The War for The North [61]
Chapter 174: The Crimson Night [2]
When reality shattered like a broken mirror and pieced itself back together, Cassian was neither in the warm waters of the hot spring nor under that magical sky.
The air filling his lungs was not humid and sulfurous steam, but deadly air smelling of ash and burnt earth.
The ground beneath his feet was hard and black like volcanic glass. The massive crater surrounding him... was where he had defeated Aethrax and Seralya.
Luin and the others had brought him back to where the battle had raged most fiercely, to his own graveyard.
There was no time to think. Instincts moved faster than logic.
"[Sovereign Form!]"
The split second his mind gave the command, his body was covered in black smoke and crackling scales. Horns erupted from his forehead, his muscles swelled, and human weakness gave way to the absolute power of an ancient predator.
