Ume and Vyaghra's breath caught in their throats as Maximilian transformed into a majestic black dragon with imposing wide wings and golden eyes that seemed to have been embedded by the heavens themselves.
Even though his form was not even half the size of the eastern dragons hovering in the air on the other side, he somehow still looked more terrifying than them.
Maximilian had never taken his draconic form since breaking through to the Celestial Realm, as he had never found an opponent powerful enough to force him to go all out.
The eastern dragons flinched at the sight of this young black dragon. The aura around him had become even more suffocating, more sinister and far more threatening than it used to be when he was in Valcyrian. After spending years in Riftland, his body had naturally begun carrying the aura of the Abyss.
It was as if...death itself had descended.
The dragon elders clenched their jaws, turning their focus to properly manifesting their domains.
