Gibreel's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at Saladin, his expression confused. The crash had left them both in a state of limbo, but Gibreel could feel something shifting inside him. The power he had once only imagined was now real, coursing through him like a current.
The memories of his past life—the fame, the films, the women—felt distant now. He had become something else, something greater. But was it a gift or a curse?
As Gibreel stood, his body felt lighter than air. The earth beneath him seemed to tremble, and suddenly, he was rising from the ground. His wings—hidden deep within his mind—began to manifest, the ethereal weight pulling him upward. He was changing, and he could no longer deny it.
Saladin watched in awe, fear, and wonder. Gibreel was no longer the man he had known. He had become something divine, something otherworldly.