Without the support of the Divine Body, Goraz Dera's thunderous form started to collapse and disintegrate, with torrents of lightning spreading like waves, surging into the sky and continuously expanding outward.
And when the thunder retreated, her wretched and tragic true form was revealed, her chest pierced by a hideous and horrific wound, skeletal bones exposed, flesh scorched and charred, resembling the remains of a dragon that died in flames.
She desperately flapped her wings, her body wobbling, askew and lopsided, as if about to plummet to the ground, barely hovering in the sky through electromagnetic force.
Goraz Dera fixed her gaze on the broken horn in Cassius's claw, her face twisted, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, arcs of electricity sparking in her long, vertical pupils, revealing great desire.
"That is mine! Variant Dragon, give it back to me! Give it back!!"
