His withered white hair, his tall, lofty back, his right eye flashing with electricity... and those new golden feathers.
Like new shoots sprouting from an old tree.
At first, the new feathers had grown extremely slowly. But after the Wise Philosopher regained his youth, their growth suddenly accelerated dozens of times—the golden wings grew larger and longer, and every feather was covered in dark golden runes.
Iver remembered that Supreme Heaven had two pairs of wings. One pair pointed toward the sky, and the other toward the earth, like a butterfly's wings. They symbolized that he was invincible both above and below the heavens.
But the Wise Philosopher had only one black wing—his other wing had long since bent and withered, curled up against his back. It was like a cripple's leg that had been broken for years, having completely lost its function.
Yet now, the Wise Philosopher had six perfectly intact golden wings behind him—three on the left and three on the right!
—Without a doubt.
The Wise Philosopher was no longer that old and short, gaunt and crippled Keeper of Secrets.
Although he had only obtained a small portion of Bear Angel's essence... it was still enough for him to reclaim part of the power he had once possessed as Wing Angel!
"No, this is impossible!"
Calamity Red let out an incredulous roar. "You cheated, Mimir!"
"...Cheated?"
The Rider Angel, protected behind Iver, murmured in confusion. She did not quite understand why Calamity Red was so shocked.
She was rapidly healing her own injuries and those of the Silver Crowned Dragon. That was Guinevere's healing ability.
The light shield the Rider Angel had raised earlier had indeed blocked one attack for the Silver Crowned Dragon. After she was injured, the part of her that was Guinevere consequently rose