Atma woke up laying face first on the floor.<span style="font-style: italic">Time for you to wake up sleeping beauty,</span>Jibra'il spoke from inside as Atma pushed himself up off the floor. He rubbed his eyes a felt  a strange weight on his back making him a little bit unbalanced.The sight that met him when he looked back shocked him, in the night he had grown pearly white wings. "Well good thing I didn't have my shirt last night," Wayne said and chuckled slightly to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Care to know about all the changes that happened to your body last night?</span><br/><br/>"Yes Jibra'il, I would love to know what I have been given."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You have been given wings and now have a wingspan of twelve feet, your body is lighter now too. You have hollow bones now and your metabolism is higher than ever so you won't have excess fat to weigh you down. Your feathers are also sharp enough to cut through lightly armored opponents. I'll give enough grace to not fall over but other than that you'll have to learn everything else on your own. Use the gift wisely.</span>Atma stood in silence as Jibra'il spoke, awed by the power he had been given. He gave a few experimental flaps of his wings blew around a lot of dust. It was then that Atma noticed that his spear had taken on a golden hue. Atma folded his wings against his body and picked up all of his weapons, putting them on his belt except for the spear. The scarf was wrapped around his head again, covering his face, and the goggles followed. The shoes were slipped on and his shirt was wrapped around his waist. The shirt meant a lot to him so he wasn't going to leave it behind. As he left, Atma went to retrieve the other kunai he had made the before and put them through his belt.<br/><br/>Atma walked out of the factory and realized that he was probably late for Ayl's little training session. He walked back up onto the roof and spread his wings, the fall wouldn't hurt him at all if he fell, so he jumped. His wings caught the air as he started to fall. The fall became a glide and after a few flaps Atma was flying, not very fast, but he was flying and that's all that matters. "So Jibra'il how do I land?" Atma got no response, so it looked like he would have to try to figure it out alone. The group of Ayl's hunters soon came into view and it looked like Ayl was fighting someone, clearly for training purposes or something. Atma swooped in lower and tried to land. He hit the ground running and almost fell on his face, and managed to not crash when he folded his wings close to his body again. Atma recovered and walked over to the door of the hideout to watch the rest of the fight.