When the remnants of a young dragon body, only inches long, fell into his stomach, a blazing flame stream, hot enough to turn everything into scorched earth, erupted, assaulting Muria's reincarnated dragon body.
The severe pain that seemed like it would tear him apart surged into his brain from all over his body. However, Muria ignored the pain, accepting it as an inevitable price for ascending to greatness.
Although it was just a nominal Dragon King's shed skin, possessing the demeanor of one who ruled the world but lacking matching power, it was merely considered a legend-level curiosity whose content and quantity had nothing to do with epics or divine beings.
But for Muria, whose reincarnated dragon body had just been born not too long ago, this was a tremendously terrifying surge of energy.
Under the impact of energy from the Dragon King's shed skin, the originally skeletal dragon wings rapidly grew complete. Black scales densely covered the newly formed membranous wings.
