It slowly lifted its head, exhaling a thick, twisted surge of Energy—an ominous portent born of devouring the residual power of the three hearts and attempting to evolve into the Dragon God.
David's brows knitted tight; he felt the lingering resonance of the Chaos Core fused with the three-heart Crystal within him being gradually drawn away and dispersed—that was a warning cry of his life's source being consumed by the Giant Dragon's desire.
He clenched his fists, the Runes all over his body flaring at once with dazzling emerald radiance; a vast aura of Law surged out of him, crashing against the surrounding space like a tidal flood.
"I must not let it evolve, or this newborn divinity will be wasted!" he growled hoarsely, while Mana in his hand gathered into a heavy yet nimble force, dim as a star-cloud.
