Ren stepped forward, black flames coiling around his armored fists, his new power radiating raw menace. "Then I'll burn myself away if I have to. I told you I'd go to any lengths to make you see what you've become."
Yuuto's gaze hardened, his claws flexing as molten mana surged across his arms.
An ode of darkness...
It was a fragment of the Aspect and Affinity of the House Head of Oboros, granting whoever consumed it access to an Authority—a mythos—established throughout history as having the power to consume all things.
Or better yet,
known for exterminating dragons.
Through eons of dragonkind losing every war to the encroaching darkness, Oboros carved a single truth into the fabric of existence:
Dragons can die, and we are the ones who kill them.
That law, that mythos, had embedded part of itself into his very being, and the armor he wore was what caused it to turn abyssal black.
Ren fixed Yuuto with a gaze brimming with bloodlust.
