Descend Of the Soule
An small orb lands on a water droplet on a leaf at the tree and gets absorbed in it then a bright light shine on it.
"Hufff huff Damm the sage using a forbidden spell just to take me out, Good thing I used a resurrect spell at the correct time or I would have been a goner."
"( I'm a powerful Shape swifter who's power was equal to the demon lord's and god's just because I was equal to them they decided to take me out by ganging up on me and those heroes or whatever the audacity of those 'heroes' to attempt such a feat,)" the shape-shifter muttered, examining their surroundings cautiously. The bright light had dissipated, leaving behind a sense of lingering magic in the air.
The orb's absorption into the water droplet on the leaf had triggered a chain reaction, infusing the very essence of the shape-shifter's energy into the natural world around them.
"Looks like their attempt failed," the shape-shifter murmured, a faint smirk playing on their lips as they surveyed the changed environment. The surrounding foliage seemed to ripple with newfound energy, responding to the residual magic.
With a deep breath, the shape-shifter focused their thoughts, harnessing the innate abilities that had once made them a force to be reckoned with. The air shimmered around them, a subtle indication of their immense power slowly resurfacing.
"I won't be taken down so easily," they declared, their voice resonating with determination. The sage's forbidden spell had been a challenge, but it had only served to awaken a part of them that had laid dormant for too long.
With newfound purpose, the shape-shifter began to channel their energies, attuning themselves to the natural world's pulse. They were no longer merely a being of immense power; they were becoming one with the very essence of the environment itself.
"I'll show them what it means to challenge someone of my caliber," they muttered, a faint aura enveloping their form as they set off, ready to reclaim their status and confront those who dared to oppose them.