On the northeastern skies high above the Northern Empire, the ink-dark clouds of the night were torn apart by the black shadow of a dragon, dragging out a long trail amidst the massive cloud layers.
There was a distinct golden crystal on the center of the dragon's chest, emanating solar radiance. It was shooting out a single vein of light that swept across the land like a searchlight, and on the top of the dragon's head was a human figure that stood, faintly discernible.
"The more I want to unleash my full power, the more I understand that the human form has its limits," Joshua mumbled quietly as he stood between Black's two cranial horns. "From the last few battles, I've become aware that the human form and soul has no way of unleashing my power.
"Unless…"
"—Unless you give up on being human!"
