It was like a fever dream.
Lind had never fully dove into his bestial side. He had curbed his wild instincts at the beginning because it tried to bury his humanity, yet he had never done the reverse. He had forged what kind of dragon he wanted to be.
He had felt rage far beyond anything a human had shown, but he was still in control. He had never really cut loose in a real life and death battle.
His scales were healing from yet another barrage but his clearing mind realized the time layer had become exhausted. His dantian was nearly silent and Luxor was now looming with crimson rivulets dried and fresh flowing down her body.
She was as exhausted as him. Her other Master Tier layer had been a shocking revelation. Bloodline Layers were not all that uncommon but their power or effect varied wildly across the beast races.
