"Red Blood Flying Dragon." He said softly, "A subspecies branch of the Sun Flame Dragon, though the awakening is not complete, I've only gained part of the bloodline's power, but even so..."
He didn't continue but instead reached out to an anvil in the corner of the workshop.
Ron was wondering what he was doing when he saw the surface of Andre's palm suddenly covered with a layer of crimson scales, and his fingertips transformed into sharp claws.
Then, he gently gripped.
The anvil, weighing several hundred kilograms and usually needing two or three burly men to move, was lifted by him with one hand, as if it were just a piece of wood.
Even more shocking, Andre's fingertips sunk deep into the metal surface, leaving five clear claw marks on the anvil.
"This..." Ron was somewhat amazed: "Is this the power of a Bloodline Knight?"
Andre nodded and easily put the anvil back in place:
"Not just power." He said in a low voice:
