Raegar watched as the flames dissolved into mist, rising like steam. His breath hitched as the sensation shifted, less burning, more like a scalding vapor seeping through his pores. A sharp pain lanced through his body, making him gasp. The transformation was agonizing, each tendril of Aether stretching his senses to their limit.
His skin felt raw, as if the steam were escaping through it, leaving him both exhilarated and drained. He gritted his teeth, pushing through the torment. The Aether coalesced into a shimmering cloud around him. Slowly, a faint, glowing mist formed, swirling with shades of amber and silver, its edges dancing like a living thing.
Moments later, Raegar's lips curved into a manic smile, a surge of joy breaking through the pain. ''Vapour,'' he whispered, his voice harsh but triumphant.
