(Azriel POV)
Azriel felt her wings flap as she spread them across, as they rose into the skies. She felt exhilarated. This was what her whole life had been moving towards. She felt alive and powerful. She felt her blood course across her veins, and she felt something else as well. She felt the poison of The Blight within her bloodstream as well. She felt it all, right now, as she flew behind Ashmeer. She was still a little wobbly at times, yet it seemed like her wings had a magic of their own.