As the light finally faded, the small figure before Michael settled into stillness. The glow vanished completely, leaving behind a quiet calm.
Wisdom's new form was different from before. Its feathers were a deep silver-gray.
One thing that stood out was its eyes, bright green, just like Michael's other blood servants and rank 3 undead.
Michael studied the creature for a moment, noting how the air around it twisted faintly. There was no visible aura, yet something unseen moved in its presence. Threads of invisible energy coiled around it like drifting mist, reacting faintly to its every motion.
Curious, Michael activated the Eye of Truth.
His gaze deepened, piercing through the layers that made up Wisdom's being.
Information poured into his mind.
"Physically weak," Michael muttered, brows furrowing. "Very weak."
This was the first thing he noticed.
Wisdom was a level 30 creature now, yet its physical strength looked like it had only tripled from its pre-merge phase.
