Chapter 81
Silver Wing stood frozen, wide-eyed at the sight before him. Just moments ago, these arrogant upstarts had effortlessly obliterated hordes of monsters as if it were nothing. Now, they radiated a confidence unlike anything he had ever witnessed.
Han raised his hand toward the silver dragon swirling in the skies above. His voice echoed with quiet authority.
"Merge."
The silver dragon dissolved into a flurry of electric sparks, streaking down like lightning and crashing into Han's body. A dome of crackling energy surged around him, blinding for a second—then peeled away like shedding armor.
What remained was not the Han from moments ago, but something transcendent.
"...He's beautiful," Shae blurted out without thinking.
The others nodded, captivated.
Aiden, meanwhile, was grumbling to himself. Why must he always show off? he thought bitterly.
