Bliss emerged from the luminous embrace of the pillar of light, his gaze falling upon the radical metamorphosis of his own form. Where once stood an adolescent figure, there now loomed a visage of sheer maturity, chiseled and formidable.
His physique, reminiscent of a seasoned bodybuilder, showcased muscles that rippled with raw power, contracting and relaxing with each deliberate step. His skin, an enigmatic shade akin to smoldering charcoal, seemed to capture and play with the light's caress, casting a subtle, otherworldly glow.
His eyes, once gleaming with the primal allure of a reptile, now radiated an intensified majesty, their bright yellow hue deepening into a mesmerizing, golden iridescence.
But his more significant change that he noticed right away were the wings that were on his back. They had transformed from their tiny useless nature to more mature and full wings that had a wingspan large enough for him to actually fly without undue strain.