Goten Whiteskins stood in the tempest of his aura. The skin on his body turned into the darker shade of a sharp metal, similar to reclining-moon-blade.
The bird entered through the open force field and landed on the ground. In the flicker of a second, the bird started transforming into a humanoid creature: a woman with a fair complexion, dressed in white.
Downtown, four mutants clad in white defended themselves against a man in black. The man stood six feet tall, with golden hair reaching his shoulders. His eyes held an unsettling mix of blue and gold irises.
The swamp's true form was revealed to be a massive, grotesque creature that seemed to be made from mud and quicksand. The vines and tentacles rushed out from it, like the limbs of the creature.
haha love the car analogy 😬 honestly the real life has made me busy so i don't find time but now I'm trying to schedule so hopefully few chapters regularly