What was required was to tap into a spectrum of emotion guided only by destruction; all of the loss he had suffered, the pain he had endured, and the anger that came with it. Memories of his failures sprouted, surfacing as he honed in on that burning frustration.
Clenching his body, he stoked that flame within himself, allowing the Dragonheart blood to boil to a degree hotter than usual. The first instinct, and the only instinct that filled his mind when giving way to such corrupted power, was destruction; absolute death and destruction as azure flames poured off of his body like a natural aura.
A tail sprouted from behind him and the pitch-black scales of the Dragonheart encased his body, undergoing a monstrous transformation as his physique attempted to alter itself, but he condensed it.
"He's turning into…a monster?" Joel witnessed.
"Just wait and see," Asher said.
