Valkarion, the Dragon race paragon, had fully transformed.
His body expanded, molten scales forming across a mountain-sized frame, horns glowing, wings unfurling with force enough to scatter clouds. His eyes burned like suns.
He roared, releasing a colossal firestorm, a flame so massive it split the air in two and screamed toward Ozeroth.
But Ozeroth only sighed mid-punch.
"You puny primitives and your primitive techniques… Let me show you how to use it better."
His blows still struck down on Jezeneth without pause, and then his gaze sharpened, a glow of energy igniting in his throat.
"Dragon Breath."
A torrent of purple flame burst from his mouth, clashing against the incoming inferno. The sky split in half, crimson fire and radiant purple colliding in a devastating blaze.
The smoke had barely cleared before Valkarion burst through it, massive jaws wide, glowing, trying to swallow Ozeroth whole.
But Ozeroth finally paused, his fists stopping.
