"ROOOAAARRR!"
After the overwhelming roar burst from Max's dragon form and shook Orion along with the surrounding star realms, he soared through the skies of Dragon Death Valley for several minutes.
In his true dragon body, movement felt entirely different from anything he had experienced before. The winds bent around him as if welcoming their ruler. Each beat of his massive wings sent storms rolling across the heavens. Mountains beneath him looked small, and the clouds were scattered wherever he passed.
For a brief time, Max simply enjoyed the sensation.
Strength.
Freedom.
Dominance.
Flying in the body of a true black dragon awakened instincts buried deep within his bloodline, and even someone as experienced as Max could not deny the exhilaration of it.
Then, just as he was circling high above the valley, a scene from his clone caused him to halt midair.
His enormous wings slowed.
Golden-black eyes narrowed.
