Astorius frowned deeply. He couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. "How the hell are you unharmed?! My Golden Breath should have incinerated you!"
Then something else struck him as he noticed something strange about him. "And how the hell are you even flying?! You don't have wings!"
Lucius only smirked and let out a few small chuckles. He stretched his claws and glanced back at Astorius. "Oh, that? It's quite easy, really."
With a flick of his wrist, shadows gathered behind him and made his thin shadow wings be thicker so it could be visible that they were flapping to keep Lucius hovering above the air.
He then smirked as he hovered lazily. "You see, Astorius. Thanks to Loxen, I can manipulate shadows. Shape them, bend them, create anything I need from them."
Lucius gestured toward his ethereal shadow wings. "So, if I need wings? I just make them."
