Going against the Heavens
Amidst the battlefield, a transformation of unparalleled magnitude was about to unfold. The unconscious pope lay on the ground, his body battered and broken from the brutal encounter with Leo. But this was no ordinary transformation; it was the fusion of divine and mortal, the emergence of an angelic presence within the frail confines of a human vessel.
Buzz.
As the golden magic arrays continued to pulse with radiant energy, a brilliance far surpassing anything seen before bathed the pope's form. His body seemed to levitate above the ground, a pale aura enveloping him, drawing the attention of all who beheld the awe-inspiring spectacle.
The transformation began subtly, with a shimmering radiance that emanated from the pope's body. His once-gray hair took on a luminous, ethereal hue, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Lines of light traced intricate patterns across his skin, like celestial tattoos etched into his very being.