Chapitre 427: I don't like this form even a bit

Under the moonlight, the air swirled gently and caressed the phoenix's feathers. Suddenly, a beautiful, brilliant crimson light enveloped the phoenix's entire body.

"Woah, it's cold..."

Bia clicked her tongue, and strands of long golden hair scattered in the wind before gently cascading down her back. As the light faded, a pair of mesmerizing crimson eyes with blue slits peered at the small, pale hands that emerged from the glow.

She touched her wrists, where the golden symbols Kyle engraved on the edges of her wings glowed brightly.

"Hmm, not bad, but I still prefer my original form."

Bia gazed down at her legs and wriggled her toes.

"Geez... I don't like this form even a bit. Without the feathers, my skin feels cold. How do humans manage to survive with such fragile bodies?"