Kai's transformation was a spectacle of raw power and ancient lineage. As his eyes shifted from their once deep blue hue to a dazzling shade of gold, a surge of energy coursed through him, igniting his very being. His black hair, once a symbol of his humanity, began to turn a brilliant shade of white, a manifestation of the newfound power that was now coursing through his veins.
His body underwent a profound change. From his back, immense wings unfurled, each feathered with glistening black scales. These wings were both majestic and fearsome, an extension of the dragon blood that flowed within him. As they spread wide, they cast a formidable shadow over the battleground.
His skin, too, began to transform. Dark Dragon scales emerged, forming an intricate armor that covered his torso, shoulders, and arms. These scales were as hard as steel and as black as the deepest abyss. They glistened with an otherworldly sheen, a testament to the power that had awakened within him.
A long and powerful tail emerged from the base of his spine, coiling behind him like a deadly serpent ready to strike. It crackled with energy, each scale tinged with a faint blue glow. This tail, an appendage that held both elegance and lethal potential, was a testament to the merging of his human form with that of the ancient dragon bloodline.
The air around him crackled with energy, bolts of lightning dancing in the space between his scales. Wounds that had once marred his body began to heal at an astonishing rate, the raw power coursing through him knitting his flesh back together.
As he confronted Azathoth, the very ground trembled beneath their clash. The battle that ensued was a symphony of brutality and power, a dance of energy and might that transcended the limits of mortal comprehension. Kai's movements were swift and fluid, each strike resonating with the force of a thunderclap.
He unleashed energy blasts that streaked through the air, colliding with Azathoth's own attacks in explosive displays of power. Their clashes sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, shattering the remnants of the once-proud city. The sheer intensity of their battle seemed to destroying the very fabric of what left of the city.
Kai's wings carried him through the air, his form a blur of motion as he evaded Azathoth's onslaught. He met each strike with an equal measure of force, their blows creating shockwaves that echoed for miles around. Lightning crackled around him, adding an element of fierce beauty to his already awe-inspiring form.
But Azathoth was no easy adversary. The entity's tentacles lashed out, each strike carrying the weight of cosmic fury. The very ground quaked as they collided, and each impact left a scar on the landscape. Azathoth's power was vast, his attacks a manifestation of the ancient and primordial force that resided within him.
Kai, fueled by his newfound dragon power and the desire to avenge those he had lost, fought with an intensity that defied reason. And Azathoth, a being of unfathomable power and dark purpose, met him blow for blow.
The sky above crackled with energy, a swirling storm of power and destruction that bore witness to the clash of titans.