Even its wings changed.
Previously, they had appeared assembled from countless skeletal fragments. Now every bone aligned perfectly.
The wings expanded until they rivaled mountains in size.
Its vertebrae thickened. Its tail lengthened. The flames within its eye sockets compressed before exploding into two brilliant suns of ghostly fire.
The pressure surrounding the Bone Dragon climbed without stopping.
Michael immediately felt an immense drain on his reserves. His breathing became rough.
The burden of maintaining two Echoed Bestowals simultaneously was far beyond anything he had ever attempted.
Sweat poured down his forehead. His vision blurred for an instant. But he gritted his teeth and endured.
This much he could still handle. His gaze remained fixed on the sight before him.
Unlike the Undead High Drake, which had flesh, the Bone Dragon remained a creature of death.
