Noah felt a heartbeat in his mind as strength began to leave his body. He was utterly drained, and his dantian was empty too.
Another heartbeat echoed inside him, and his body started to revert to its human form at that sound. Forging the sword had completed his individuality and interrupted the transformation since his existence had stopped striving for that perfect state.
The compound didn't add something to his body. The shape of the Cursed Dragon had always been there, but Noah had purposely compressed it in a human form. The primary energy that had gathered inside him under the orders of his mental sphere had only focused his dantian since there was nothing else to improve.
Yet, when his existence changed, his body naturally returned to its previous form, even if a few features remained. His skin had become rough, and he could notice a few sparse scales on him even if they weren't black like those of the Cursed Dragon.
