"The Old Empire lacked vision," Lodawg replied, stretching his massive arms as if testing their range of motion. "They feared true power. We embrace it."
"This is called evolution!"
The bronze skin rippled, shifting to accommodate his movements more efficiently. The dragon heart's magic had clearly refined the crude transformation, granting him conscious control over his new form.
"And now," Lodawg continued, golden eyes fixing on Jolthar, "I believe we were in the midst of something."
He moved forward, each step leaving deep impressions in solid stone. His bronze form glowed with deep crimson light from within, pulsing like a heartbeat—the dragon's heart, now part of him.
Jolthar felt the realization settle in his mind. The dragon had been formidable, but its mind was bestial, its attacks predictable.
Lodawg combined that raw power with human cunning and magical knowledge.
