Isha closes her eyes and extends her hands forward. A cloud of stramge mist begins surrounding the two of them, hiding them from sight. Astrid can feel the air grow dense with power. It was overwhelming, like a nuclear bomb slowly exploding. Although she couldn't see, she could hear him changing. His grunts, sometimes they were charged with pain. But he didn't let that stop him. He needed this. For the sake of all that lives in the galaxy. It lasted for a long moment, one hour, one unbearably long hour of being blasted by such awesome power. After the hour was done, Isha let out a long sigh of tiredness. She would be fine, however. Her power would regenerate. Although, when the cloud dissipated, Astrid was simply awestruck at her lover's new appearance. He was taller than before, about fifty feet in height, like a true god. He had shed all of his humanity. His body was a deep shade of green and scaled, like a snake. His belly was white, but still smoothly scaled. His head was the head of a snake as well. His eyes, though... his left eye was the red, ever watchful eye of a wise owl. His right eye was as blue as the terran sky, the eye of a pathfinding, teaching wolf. Benevolence radiated from him. He had the horns of a great horned lizard, reflecting his royalty, his majesticity. They were long and curved, elegant, awe-inspiring. His snake-like body, however, possessed two long, muscular legs that were scaled like the rest of his body. They were reptilian, strong and handsome. His snake tail followed behind, ending like the tail of a wise Salamander. But the most Awe-inspiring of his features were his enormous wings. They were giant, Eagle wings that portrayed his integrity, his divinity and his power. But that wasn't all. He had another set of wings, following the first one. They were the wings of a crow, the keeper of the sacred law. He had four, enormously muscular arms. A beam of light shined down upon his holy presence. A new god was reborn. Noiratrom the sacred. All across the formless wastes, his worshipers knelt down. Life sprawled like a ripple throughout his plateau, his kingdom. Strange coloured trees grew. Streams, rivers and lakes of pink water sprawled like fountains. The formless wastes weren't that anymore. They were... so full of life. It almost made Isha cry. Noiratrom slowly opened his eyes. [i][u]"I feel... different..."[/u][/i]