'Oh?'
Lucius quickly retreated as he felt something peculiar oozing off of Aotian's bloodline.
'A dragon bloodline that doesn't submit to its God? Very interesting… is he perhaps from another plane of creation? Or maybe his blood originator managed to break the bloodline shackles imposed by their Primogenitor…'
Lucius' nonchalant attitude receded as he took interest in the mystery shrouding Aotian's bloodline.
Meanwhile, his opponent's body and appearance had completely changed.
Aotian now stood at an imposing twelve foot, his ripped body covered in obsidian pentagonal scales, each covered in a differently colored ancient rune that gave off a feeling of majesty and nobility no less than Lucius'.
His long rough blonde hair turned flaming crimson and his golden pupils shone even brighter, his anger apparent as he gazed at Lucius.
His body was tightly hugged by a thick mix of infernal mythos and Primordial ember qi.
