Okay, now… what a strange event that was. The whole spectacle with the ruined fortress rising up from the earth at the edges of Astera. From what the Fire Mage had experienced, it was definitely the work of magic, but all he could assume was that the orb from the bottom was causing it all on its own. Luring people into its core and stealing their energy wasn’t new to him, though, as the glove from approximately a year ago or something did the very same… or did it? He scratched his head with a finger in deep thought, unsure that it was the same case back then. He needed to work on his memory, that was for sure - Coda’s constant pecking seemed to harm his brain’s functions.
But alas, he got an idea for a new spell that he wanted to finish. He still had time to test it out again, so after having moved further away from the small building that rose up, Daiko channeled his magic and transformed into his Takeover. His body shrank a tiny bit, and his muscles slimmed out as if a lot of weight had been thrown off his entire being. Feathers grew out of his face, arms and legs, and his toes grew crooked, black talons and yellowish scales. He resembled a sort of harpy in this form, especially with the deep-red wings that jumped out from his back and tore through his jacket. That wasn’t actually intended, though, and he forgot that he had his jacket on right now, which meant that he just destroyed his own clothing once more. “D-Darn it, not my green jacket…” he sighed in slight pain as Coda chuckled.
Forget that. The wings weren’t able to lift him up in the air yet, for he hadn’t trained them enough. However, until he reached that point, he figured that he should try and aid the wings’ buoyancy with his Fire Magic. His channeled magic power travelled to the wings and manifested waves of heat that lifted them up, and at the same time he basked them to start up his next attempt at flight… and perhaps he needed a small jump to get some height. He didn’t assume that his wings could lift him up on their own right now, only slightly allow him to hover above the ground for some time. Maybe he would fall down too quickly…
But he saw progress compared to last time… The wings managed to bask quickly enough, combined with the heat waves also known as ‘fire’, for him to soar above the ground for much longer. His mouth left opened for a while, he spoke up: “C-Coda! Are you seeing this? I’m flying, I’m actually flying…!” He punched the air in joy and tried to dash around in the air, but he soon realized that the height held a role, for the higher he went, the more difficult to became to control his wings. At one point, they just died out - the flames, that was - and his slappy wings let him fall straight down to the ground. Ouch…
WC: 521
TWC: 1275 + 521 = 1796/2100