The battlefield, once a maelstrom of chaos and destruction, suddenly froze in time as an otherworldly force erupted from the sky. A single presence, stronger than any god, more terrifying than any demon, soared through the heavens. It was Kent.
His form was no longer that of a mere human. His body had shifted, infused with the raw power of ancient draconic essence. His flesh hardened into shimmering dragon scales, shining under the night light, smoke-filled sky. His eyes burned with golden fire, and his wings—massive, overwhelming—beat with the force of a thousand storms. His transformation was complete. He was no longer just Kent. He had become something beyond humans, beyond mortals—a beastly force bound by vengeance and destiny.
