The Dragon Slayer reached out and grabbed his dragon-spine weapon again.
The moment his fingers closed around it, dark red energy erupted from his body like burning blood.
BOOOOOOM!
The surrounding dragon corpses trembled.
The broken scales, bones, horns, and blood scattered across the battlefield suddenly floated toward him, circling around his body like cursed offerings.
Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly.
Inside the voidship, Varkhor's expression changed. "He's using it."
Garion glanced at him. "Using what?"
Aurelion's golden eyes became colder. "Their trump card."
Outside, the Dragon Slayer roared as the dragon bloodline inside his body awakened violently.
His muscles swelled.
Dark scales tore through his skin.
A pair of twisted horns grew from his head, but they were uneven, like stolen dragon parts forced into a human shape.
His armor melted into his flesh.
The dragon-spine weapon sank into his arm, becoming a jagged bone blade that extended from his forearm.
