His vision hadn't changed in the slightest. It occurred to him that, without the Oversoul, his body couldn't heal properly. He may very well die here, albeit a [i]very[/i] slow death. What did he have to lose. He closed his eyes, he couldn't see anything anyway. He was ready for whatever happened next. "[i]Do it."[/i] There was a moment of pause, when all of a sudden, a bright light shown through his closed eyes. Then he felt it. He felt the large amounts of power from the sword pour into him, and he recognized easily. It was pure light. He immediately went to work with it. He channeled the light through himself, hoping to accelerate the healing of his wounds. And he could feel the effects taking place. His body no longer felt weak, he no longer hurt. It felt utterly amazing. But something else began to happen. He felt as if he were. Changing. It felt very similar to when he was being resurrected by Grixis, but this was different in a way. He had no idea how long the process took, but when he couldn't see the light through closed eyes, and felt like he could circle the world, he knew it was over. He opened his eyes, revealing the opposite of what his eyes were. They had now turned a brilliant white with a black-blade like pupil. He looked at the Guardian. Who just stood there silently, looking up and down his body before finally meeting his gaze. Confused, he looked back at what she was looking at. And he couldn't believe what he saw. Every single would on his body was healed, but that's not what left him shocked. His entire body was covered in white scales with black tips. He raised one of his wings to observe it, and saw that it was no longer made of a leather material, but instead was covered in white and black feathers, just like when he was alive. He even observed the other, and found an identical version. He couldn't believe it. It took him now to realize it, that all this time, he was never truly alive, just a walking corpse. But now, because of the Light? He was truly whole. But now, once again, he felt something different, something foreign to him. He focused on whatever it was and sought it out. But he only ended up delving his consciousness into the Guardian again, and quickly retracted it back. Why would he be going into her consciousness? Then it hit him. "Guardian, do you feel that?" He asked her. He had no idea that this was possible, but it felt as if they were. Connected.