54 - Battlefield

Ruin

The transformation from man to beast, to a creature of myth and legend, leaves me in awe each time it occurs. As the battlefield stretches out before me, my senses sharpen, heightened by the return of my full power.

With a thought, my wings unfurl, vast and dark, each feather absorbing the surrounding light. The power within them is palpable, a force of nature at my command. This power, long restrained, courses through me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating.

And fuck me, if it didn’t feel good being in this form after so long.

I’m standing in the thick of it, the chaos of battle swirling around me like a damned hurricane. The scent of blood, sweat, and torn earth fills the air, a potent mix that’s almost intoxicating. We’re in a modern-day field turned war zone, the ground beneath our feet churned up from the struggle.

Each person I’ve taken down today... I can recall them all. Not with pride, but a grim acceptance of the necessity. Their faces flash before me, a silent testame