Draconic Noctis' remaining hand clenched onto the scythe tightly.
"How did the situation spiral out of control so fast?"
He sighed and closed his eyes.
"If only it wasn't my shift to guard today."
The pressure Draconic Noctis was releasing suddenly disappeared, the prelude to something greater.
The black flames covering his body disappeared. His armor slowly sunk into his body, merging with it.
Then, an unbelievable amount of flesh burst out from Noctis' body.
...It was the skin of a reptile, with glossy black scales. They gradually grew into various features, such as wings or a tail.
In a matter of seconds, it was finished.
The old Noctis was nowhere to be seen. However, a black dragon over five meters tall and ten meters long appeared in his place.
The black dragon had red eyes, but they looked at the surroundings with a strange calm.
The pressure had returned, with far more force than before.
Layla tilted her head to the side.
"Eh? What happened to friend?"
