[ He looks behind him. The wings are still there. Does he just will them away? He thinks about getting rid of them--Oh, there we go. It poofs out of existence. For some reason, he feels a void within him once the wings disappear.
Anyway. He squints at the sight in front of him. The earlier the pulsing stops, the better, so he steps inside. ]
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[ He looks behind him. The wings are still there. Does he just will them away? He thinks about getting rid of them--Oh, there we go. It poofs out of existence. For some reason, he feels a void within him once the wings disappear.
Anyway. He squints at the sight in front of him. The earlier the pulsing stops, the better, so he steps inside. ]