The furniture in the room seemed to twist, the ground to soften and the air to become thin in the attempt to reject the unnatural power coming from the Cursed Flames sealed inside the Voidfeather Dragon's red scales.
Two sets of black feathered wings came out of Lith's back and several small horns formed a crown upon his head that reminded the Royals of those of Leegaain. The Voidfeather Dragon lacked the long, curved horns of the Tiamat but its body had grown taller as well.
"Do you have Dragon Eyes?" The Queen asked, hoping for a negative and an affirmative answer in equal measure.
Such a powerful skill would make Lith an incredible asset but also an unprecedented threat to the throne.
"I wish, but believe me when I say that my seven eyes are not for decoration. In this form my mastery over all kinds of flames is further enhanced and so is my ability to conjure Dragon Fear. Last, but not least…"
