Kallus took a deep breath and muttered slowly, "Let's get this over with. I've dragged this out for too long already… Let's end this."
As his words faded into the air, the aura around him intensified, surging with overwhelming pressure. His form began to change—two long, golden dragon horns etched with glowing white runes materialized atop his head, and shimmering white scales spread across his body, consuming his black clothing.
His hands morphed into razor-sharp dragon claws, gleaming with a mix of gold and white, exuding a primal, unstoppable force. A magnificent golden armor, forged entirely from divine metal, manifested over his upper body, radiating an ancient power.
From within him, primordial mana—pure and boundless—began to leak, distorting the very fabric of the battlefield.
