Atlantic Ocean.
Lightning crashed down from the sky and struck a deserted island.
After the glare faded, the black-winged monster with ram horns and a bird's head appeared, only to suddenly drop to one knee.
It threw its head back and shrieked, its voice filled with extreme pain, its upper body convulsing nonstop as lightning flickered over it.
Suddenly, the strange phenomena around it began to dissipate. The bird's head turned into a wisp of black smoke amid serpentine lightning and vanished, revealing a black-haired boy's pale face.
Then the feathers on its enormous wings drifted down one after another, turning into crows. Some landed here and there, while others circled in the air, cawing wildly in a deafening racket.
The monster's height shrank somewhat as well. Its two ram horns retracted, its scales disappeared, and its hooves gradually returned to human legs and feet.
After a long while, Murphy reappeared where he had been.
He gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat.
He had survived.
He had become a multiple Animagus of a thunderbird, a basilisk, and some kind of goat-like creature.
He had even gained the ability to move with the help of lightning.
But his condition was extremely terrible.
The transformation had not completely succeeded. Whether it was the uncontrolled lightning that burst out from all over his body from time to time, the stiff left arm covered in scales, or the ram horns hidden in his black hair that had not fully receded, all of it proved this point.
And compared with these outward signs, some of the conditions inside his body were even more worrying.
The omnipresent dull pain, the dizziness that struck from time to time, and the loss of control over his limbs all showed that this body was still on the verge