Celestia trembled.
Davis and Myria sat behind her diagonally, their palms over her back as they controlled the powerful blood from causing devastation in Celestia's body.
As the crimson-gold blood essence slithered into Celestia's veins, her body convulsed under the sheer force of the draconic essence. She didn't control the path of the flow since her parents were helping her, but she endured the pain that came with the blood infusing in her body.
Her brows twitched, her fingers clawing into the palms she held as she sat upon the cultivation cushion. Every drop of the Five-Clawed Imperial Dragon's King-Tier blood was like molten fire, burning her from the inside with an overpowering vitality that sought to rewrite her very being.
It was overpowering like a tyrant. She couldn't believe her father fought and won something like that when all he displayed towards them was a smiling face or a goofy expression most of the time.
