Mountains like seas, the setting sun like blood.
Ancestral Golden Dragon Erikson, as resplendent as the morning sun that has just risen.
For other weaker races, such horrid injuries are already a threat to life.
Treating such grievous injuries with magic would at the very least require a High-level Healing Skill for a chance at full recovery.
Yet the vast life force of Ancestral Golden Dragon Erikson flows with the pumping of his enormous golden heart, massive amounts of Blood of Ancestors gushing from the heart of the Golden Dragon, climbing and covering the snow-white bones like refined iron and steel.
Threads of blood vein draw enormous magic elements, growing visible veins at a remarkable speed, muscles pulsating, muscles connecting to muscles, nerves entwining with nerves, flesh growing in an instant, and turning into a scale-less dragon in a blink.
Yet the throbbing flesh instinctively moves like a terrifying monster.
