Remiel found himself in a familiar realm, but something felt different. Standing before him were his other selves, Emriel and Remael. Both had changed.
Remael, once lean and sharp-featured, now carried a quiet strength in his build — his frame broader, his posture calm but commanding as his muscles appeared bigger. His silver eyes glimmered with wisdom, and faint glowing markings ran along his arms like threads of light. His glowing golden hair now appeared longer.
Emriel, in contrast, had grown more imposing, his once wiry physique now sculpted with muscle. His dark hair — now fiery — had grown longer, flowing past his shoulders, and a neatly kept beard framed his face. Dark cracks pulsed faintly across his skin with untamed power, and his intense gaze burned with raw determination. Fie
