"They really aren't native species..."
Ron noted these details in his mind while cautiously continuing his exploration:
"Moreover, it seems they have been in an unstable state from the very start."
The images flowed swiftly, taking him to the end of the Second Era.
The visual style underwent a spine-chilling transformation; the already eerie Dragon Species began showing more terrifying abnormal changes.
The erosion of the Abyss spread like cancer, and those already unstable Dragon Bloodlines appeared so fragile against the pollution.
Ron saw a stomach-churning scene:
Originally a radiant giant dragon, under the corrosion of Abyssal Energy, its scales started dissolving into black pus, from which countless tiny tentacles surged forth.
The light of wisdom in its eyes gradually got replaced by madness, and ultimately its entire body turned into a mass of writhing flesh, only able to emit meaningless howls.
