As soon as the words left his mouth, the dragon's blue flames turned white. The transformation happened too quickly for anyone to react as the fire crawled across its ribs, neck, wings, and skull, sealing every broken section Zich, Cole, and the summons had worked so hard to damage.
Under that faint white glow, cracked bones stitched themselves back together. The shattered leg joint pulled into place as if time had reversed, while Slimy's poison burned away and the deep spear wounds closed one after another.
Around its body, the chains loosened as the bones beneath repaired, and the battlefield fell so quiet that even the injured players stopped groaning, leaving only the faint crackle of white flames in the air.
Watching the damage vanish in real time, Zich's smile slowly faded.
