Take By Force
Just as the demons rushed into battle, the battlefield erupted in chaos.
But Therion immediately ascended gracefully into the sky, his ethereal wings glowing with radiant energy.
Hovering above the carnage, he spread his four wings wide and murmured, "*Breath of Unbound Zeal*."
From the feathers of his wings, a billowing cloud of pure white smoke cascaded like a river, washing over the fallen angels below. The mist moved with purpose, swirling around each angel and entering their lungs as they gasped for air.
At first, the effect was subtle—a soft shimmer in their veins and an aura of newfound power. But then their eyes burned, becoming red.
The graceful faces of the angels suddenly twisted into grotesque masks of feral rage. Muscles tensed unnaturally, and their angelic beauty gave way to a bestial barbarism. With guttural cries, they turned toward the demons, their movements were now jerky and aggressive.