The golden pupils conveyed a cold demeanor; at this moment, Amanda seemed somewhat unfamiliar, carrying an air of lofty alienation.
At her brow was a fingernail-sized red scale, which in color and shape somewhat resembled a miniature version of the dragon scale that Roger had given to Amanda.
However, the aura it exuded was unmistakably Amanda's.
Her coiled body unfurled; previously, Amanda had not been tall, even quite petite compared to other Transcendents.
But now, she had undergone a dramatic transformation, her stature soaring.
Cough cough, in the process, her body's proportions naturally underwent some wondrous changes, and Roger suddenly felt that any description was superfluous at this moment.
He wore a smile on his face and simply surveyed her quietly.
Sigh...
The flames at Amanda's side spread out like two arms, pulling Roger towards her; before he even got close, his clothes were incinerated into nothingness.
