Going back to the palace
The air crackled with raw, unbridled bursts of heat energy. Cyra paused, her fiery eyes blazing with intensity. Her form shimmered, a radiant aura enveloped her figure.
The air around us seemed to dance with vibrant hues of red, orange, and gold as if reflecting the very essence of fire itself.
Then, with a sudden surge of power, Cyra's body transformed. Her skin glowed with a luminous warmth as if illuminated from within. Feathers erupted from her back, vibrant and resplendent, taking on hues of crimson, gold, and amber. Each feather seemed to radiate its ethereal flame, flickering with an otherworldly brilliance.
Her fiery red hair burst forth, merging seamlessly with the magnificent plumes that adorned her transformed physique. The once-human figure was now a majestic creature, standing tall with an air of regality. Wings expanded and stretched, their span extending far beyond what was humanly possible as if reaching for the heavens themselves.