Mikhail struggled to get back on his feet, the stone bracers he made to keep his wrists still having been blasted apart moments prior.
Slowly, a pale-yellow glow surrounded his wrists as another set of bracers surrounded his wrists.
He stumbled for a moment, his eyes still burning with fury despite the pain he felt.
The innards of the beast began growing hot as he briefly looked around. More concerning than the Spiritual Center of Power were the elemental routes, which began to vibrate.
There used to be a Fuentevacia in here, no doubt, but now, they just led to the empty innards of the dragon's partially artificial body. He could see a glowing ball of wind appear towards the bottom of the abdomen, far larger than he was.
And then, he felt the surroundings heat up ever so slightly…
