The crow observed Draco's movements in surprise, watching him with amusement. His body began to radiate light.
Ivy and Lyraea, who saw this, immediately realized what Draco intended to do. Their expressions turned serious, especially Lyraea, whose intuition warned her that the crow still had much more power hidden.
A golden-black helmet with demon-like horns adorned Draco's head. His armor was covered in dragon scales, while flaming phoenix wings spread behind him. His hands radiated raw power, and his legs exuded unmatched speed. Silver hair cascaded down his back, partially obscured by his overwhelming presence. Each shoulder guard bore the sculpted head of a silvery dragon and a red phoenix.
Every breath he took resonated like thunderclaps, the breath of a grim reaper. In his grasp were two swords—a pitch-black, blood-red demon sword and a five-colored dragon sword. His mere presence sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.
