The scorching dragon blood poured down Mazdak's throat, like a red-hot iron brand plunging directly into his stomach, followed by the agony of countless needles simultaneously piercing his veins.
Even under such excruciating pain, Mazdak's consciousness remained clear. His powerful spiritual power guided the potion's strength, like sweet rain revitalizing cracked earth, rejuvenating his broken, withered body with boundless vitality.
Apart from his deep study of theology, Mazdak's research on the caster level focused on "dominating the mighty power of demons with human nature."
Through studying ancient texts, Mazdak discovered that, in reality, the strength of many medium dragon species was not much inferior to that of higher ones; what they lacked was wisdom. Wise beings' utilization of energy and the strength they could wield in battle far surpassed those of beasts relying solely on instinct.
Almost no caster could hunt a higher dragon species.
