The sky above the Arena darkened as Rey's crimson aura surged, pulsing with an intensity that threatened to consume everything around him.
The gathered Dragon Lords, now in their true forms, towered over him, their colossal bodies blotting out what little light remained.
Despite their size and power, the tension and dread in the air was immense—a stark contrast to the unflinching cold in Rey's eyes.
The White Dragon Lord, Frey'ja, stood at the forefront, her majestic wings unfurling as her alabaster scales shimmered like divine light. To her left, the Frost Dragon Lord, Ce'leste, exhaled a frigid mist that crystallized the air around her. The new Dark Dragon Lord, X'ilerk, remained shrouded in shadows that seemed to warp the space they occupied, while the new Flame Dragon Lord, Pa'riana, burned with an inferno that scorched the ground beneath her.
Each of the remaining Dragon Lords emanated their own distinct aura, a testament to their might.
