The mornings in the Black Mist Jungle always carry a certain gloom; sporadic sunlight pierces through the heavy mist, casting a faint golden shimmer on the ancient buildings.
At dawn, Ron stood on the workshop terrace, gazing at the morning glow of the Black Mist Jungle.
The morning breeze gently caressed his cheeks, and he could clearly feel the monumental changes happening within himself.
The powerful strength of the Bloodline Knight flowed within him, and among the four consciousness cores of the Chimera, the dragon head representing the Red Blood Flying Dragon was continuously pumping scorching blood into his heart.
It had been three days since he completed the bloodline activation ceremony, during which he had been adapting to the changes brought by the Chimera bloodline and the Red Blood Flying Dragon ability successfully copied by the first consciousness core.
