After Kazikato had stopped sulking, he was forced to stay quiet by Azmakul, and sit down. Alan could not avoid it as well.
Azmakul stood before them, his back towards the sea, looking down at the two of them. He coughed, before saying.
"We have three main body types, or forms, as you call them."
He opened his hand, and from his palms emerged mana, a copious amount of it, slowly rising into the air in order to form three dragons, connected to each other with a string.
"They are called Adepta, Soara, Warna, respectively."
He pointed at the first dragon, the classical one back on Earth, in stories and folk tales of the west, a dragon with four legs, a quadruped, with menacing horns that rose from its skull, menacing eyes, a pair of wings, and a spiked tail.
