And true enough, the next moment, under the stunned gazes of everyone—especially the dumbfounded Vulkris—the tiny Punto's body shimmered. An ethereal image emerged behind it, vast and serpentine: the shadow of an emerald-green dragon coiled in the air, its eyes like twin suns. This was no illusion. It was Bhuka, its true form revealed, if only for a glimpse.
Now hovering above the wounded Vulkris, the Punto—no, Bhuka—spoke with a voice that resonated through the forest like rolling thunder.
"For an outsider like you to dare raise your paw against me. How impudent."
The air grew heavy as Bhuka opened its tiny mouth again. A swirling orb of darkness formed, impossibly small yet radiating an oppressive weight that made the ground tremble.
BWOOOM.
In an instant, the atmosphere became suffocating. Mana in the area twisted violently as if the world itself was holding its breath. That tiny, spiraling black sphere- it was a singularity of pure destruction.
