The air in the corrupted chamber began to vibrate with mighty intensity.
Dragarion was pooling the left Dragons energy with the one from the potion and his own beasts. The power of the seven dragons responded to his call synergizing and growing, but his increasingly crystallized system protested violently against each energy increment.
The pain was terrible.
Like thousands of glass needles being pushed simultaneously through every vein, every nerve, every fiber of his body. His high level of regeneration, which normally would have mitigated any damage, had now become an additional curse.
Each cell that tried to repair damage in one area immediately crystallized again, creating a cycle of destruction and reconstitution that amplified the suffering. It was like being torn apart and rebuilt in an endless loop of agony.
But Dragarion had endured pain before.
