The aftermath of the battle with the Rank 13 beast left the forest floor scarred and littered with remnants of the beast's once formidable form. Pyris stood over the body, breathing heavily, but a victorious smirk pulled at his lips. His body felt energized, humming with the essence of all the beasts he had consumed along the way.
This last one—this powerful Rank 13 creature—was a true prize.
Selene, standing nearby, glanced at him with admiration in her eyes, though she hid it well. Pyris was not just any dragon, and she could sense it.
His growth was rapid, his power undeniable.
Pyris placed a hand over the crumbling remains of the beast, and with a controlled breath, began to devour its essence. The golden energy of the beast flowed into him like a river, surging through his veins, flooding his mind, his body, and his soul with newfound strength.
