The long, withered white hair, the upright and towering spine, the right eye flickering with electricity... and those new golden feathers.
Like an ancient tree sprouting new buds.
Initially, the growth of those new feathers was extremely slow, but after the Great Sage regained his youth, this growth suddenly accelerated dozens of times—the golden wings grew larger and longer, each feather inscribed with dark golden runes.
Aiwass remembered that the Supreme Heaven had two pairs of wings. One pair pointed to the sky, the other to the ground, like a butterfly. Symbolizing invincibility on earth and sky alike.
Yet the Great Sage only had one black wing—the other wing was bent, shriveled, curled up on his back, like a cripple who had lost the use of their long-broken leg.
But now, behind the Great Sage were three pairs of perfectly intact golden wings!
—Undoubtedly.
The Great Sage was no longer the old, short, withered, and disabled Secret Keeper.
