Taranis clenched his fists by his sides, his jaw tightening. He closed his eyes as if weighing a heavy decision. When he opened them again, he seemed completely calm, his expressions relaxed, the storm of battle finally settling within him.
"I finally did it," Taranis sighed, turning around. "I should return while I can still maintain this form."
The wings at his back expanded and fluttered tremblingly, some of their feathers falling from the motion, drifting away into the void like dying embers. His body ached with exhaustion, every muscle screaming for rest, but the thought of home pulled him forward.
He moved through the vacuum at incredible speed, the stars of endless dark space turning into streaks of light, a blur of infinite cosmos rushing past him. Each swing of the wings took a toll on him, his strength fading, his body losing the brilliance of yin-yang, the dual glow dimming with every passing moment.
