I think it's kinda similar to what the Fog God did to us- only not as bad. Made us into something to suit it's needs, you know?

[He turns around, holding his wings open. Right between his shoulderblades nestles a stone, but it's clear that's not what Beat clicked- the opal cracks spread from the stone to his scales, more focused on one wing but also lacing the other wing and down his back.

They matched the scars he had carried back from the Pit, the heavier veins on the wing that had been shattered. Even though the wounds had been on his Manticore form apparently they carried over]

You got one too, right?