He even poured the Martial Intent in store.
A roar echoed through the space.
It was not just from his throat, but from deep within his being. The cry was that of a dragon, raw and ancient, reverberating through the air.
The phenomenon intensified, shaking everything around him. The heat grew unbearable, and the aura radiating from his body became blinding.
The transformation pushed further. His muscles flexed and hardened, his bones reinforced as if tempered by the flames themselves. His skin glowed red, then turned darker as fine scales began to cover his body. Every part of him was being remade.
The flames that surrounded him twisted and roared. His clothes couldn't withstand the heat and were burned away, reduced to ashes in moments. The air rippled violently, and waves of power spread outward with every heartbeat. The sound of crackling fire mixed with the deep, resonant roar of something primal.
