The moment the word left Max's lips, the black flames erupted with terrifying hunger.
What had begun as fire around his body instantly surged outward in every direction, racing across the colossal corpse like a living tide. Streams of dark flame climbed the ribs, wrapped around the spine, poured through the hollow skull, and descended into every crack and crevice of the ancient remains.
Within moments, the entirety of the gigantic black dragon corpse was engulfed.
The flames did not burn like ordinary fire. They consumed essence. They devoured origin.
They fed upon the ancient draconic power hidden within the bones that had endured countless ages.
The whole Dragon Death Valley began to tremble.
