Gradually, these colors began to coalesce into more concrete forms:
An endless desert appeared in Ron's "sight."
But this was no ordinary desert.
Upon closer inspection, those seemingly ordinary grains of sand were in fact tiny bone fragments.
Countless creatures' remains had weathered into powder, shimmering with the sheen of death under the scorching sunlight.
The sky showed an unnatural orange-red hue, as if the entire world was burning.
At the center of this bone sand sea, a blurry gigantic figure was undergoing a painful transformation.
The figure had the silhouette of a reptile, but the details continuously blurred and reformed in the illusion, like a mirage distorted by high heat.
Each time the figure let out a silent roar, the surrounding bone sand would whirl into a cyclone, forming various ominous patterns in the air.
Ron could feel that pain, a resonance coming from the depths of his bloodline, as if his own body was undergoing the same metamorphosis.
