Isolde stared at the massive dragon rampaging through the city, her pale eyes wide with disbelief. The ice spread with every beat of its wings, consuming buildings, streets, people, nothing was spared.
"That's... that's impossible." Her voice was barely a whisper. "A human cannot become a full dragon."
Lilith appeared beside her, silver-threaded gown scorched, but her crimson eyes still sharp. Her gaze fixed on Croft's transformed form.
"It's possible now." She gestured toward the destruction. "That young man's light skill [The Harvest], it gathered enough energy to push the merchant's borrowed power past its limits." Her lips curved into a thin, cold smile. "Or perhaps the dragon's power within the oath was always there, waiting for enough fuel to awaken completely. The child's light simply... provided it."
Ignis landed beside them, flames flickering, golden eyes fixed on the dragon. Her voice was tight.
