"I see now... This power, it isn't corrupting me, it is me... This body, is me... Thank you... I still hate these scales, but I'm not afraid anymore, I won't lose myself again... Maybe, just maybe, I might learn to like them more... Maybe they can like theirs more."

Bolt, 13 at the time, was spared a painful death by the spell Judgement, which inflicts pain based on the miasma from the dead around them as his mentor he was charged with killing's spirit purified his miasma, causing it to backfire as Bolt surged with energy, taking his full Dragon form. Reborn anew and thankful for his second chance at life, the miracle was recognized and he was given a false name and title to lead others to the surface once more, but not without struggles ahead as he would endure the coming daybreak war, known briefly as Icarus Storm, the heavenly prince.

Truth and lie blurring around him as the once blackened white world turns further grey. His desire to see his father again wavers with his new form, but he presses on with renewed vigor as the light in his new comrades eyes ignite his desire to lead them into the Sunlight once more.

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