Level 108!

As he felt the seraphim's wings, once solid and full of power, dissolve into infinite particles of golden light, Minos' eyes widened in shock. An unbearable sensation gripped him, as though his bones were breaking apart.

His mouth opened, a scream clawing at his throat, but he stifled it, his face paling and veins bulging as he endured the agony. Amid this torment, his wings began their slow integration and transformation, a massive cocoon of colored energy enveloping his entire body.

Minos barely noticed the cocoon forming around him. The pain was all-consuming, his bones shifting and realigning, each movement a fresh wave of agony. The wings had been a part of him for so long, intertwined not just with his body, but with his very soul. Any change to them resonated deeply, altering his core.