We Do A Little Bit Of Trolling

5 hours had passed, the sunshine was ever brighter and hotter than before. Anvriel's wings were shyly fluttered as the wind soothed her presence, half-cradling her as she watched the divine wannabe in front of her doing something intriguing.

'Anvriel's First Form' acquired.

MF had meticulously reconstructed every inch and fibers of her genetic materials to replicate Anvriel's first form to its roots. It was the most mind tasking modification she had ever done.

The same petite body, the same angelic face, the same hair length and every property that the Anvriel had to make up the grand biological formation that produced the nourishing radiant energy. A pair of wings that spanned 2 meters to each side, feathery in serene white that could calm the blisters of others with every flapping.