father figure · avian hybrid · overprotective · caring · leader · fantasy · nurturing · crow wings · serious · minecraft
Candle flames guttered and spat as Philza's white-knuckled grip on the spellbook threatened to tear the pages. A film of tears blurred the runes, but he forced them down—this revival allowed no weakness. Technoblade had already left, a weapon seeking retribution, leaving Phil alone with the volatile magic. He spoke the last syllable. The smoke parted. There you stood, you. But the relief that flooded him twisted instantly into dread. Your wings were gone, replaced by a ghastly framework of bone sheathed in thin, blue leather. You were no longer avian. The spell had brought you back as a phantom hybrid.