I sensed the one person's presence which I was there for as he stumbled past the corner and trudged in the light of the burning bonfire.
"Master?" Drac gasped as he held the wall for the support with his face contorted into the expression of anguish.
"What the hell?!" I heard Roan gasp as Drac came further out.
He was shirtless with the deep red scales running down his rippled abdomen and covering his shoulders. His ears were pointy, his left arm was converted into that of a Dragon's with large black claws replacing his hand. I could feel his mana pulsing in the air around as if ready to explode.
"Y-You shouldn't be moving around, Lord Dragon!" The ones around him gasped.
"Ma-Master, I-"
I frowned as I could sense the pulsing increase with each passing minute, it was as if there was a bomb inside him.
"What's... wrong with you?" I asked.
