He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Using the last of his strength, he gave a firm, heavy nod toward the blood-red figure in the sky.
His gaze was filled with unwavering trust and faith.
High in the sky, wreathed in Blood Qi and Dragon Mighty, Roland absorbed the desperate cries and resolute gazes of his companions below, his eyes burning with dark red Flame.
Without a shred of hesitation.
All of it—the rage, the sorrow, the vow to protect, the yearning for an end, the ferocity of the Dragon Race, the searing heat of a Frenzied Soul Burning, the icy chill of Space-Time Resonance…
In that instant, everything was forcibly gathered, compressed, and forged by a will made lucid through emotion.
Behind him, the phantom, bronze-colored Energy of his membranous wings erupted with an unprecedented, searing light. Then, the wings violently contracted and collapsed inward, as if funneling all their Power back into his body.
