'So, I can pull off one domain per transformation…' Max thought to himself, his chest rising and falling with a measured calm as the last of the infernal energy settled into silence.
His eyes slowly shifted, locking onto the figure of Drevon, still hovering amidst the broken air, the glow around him faintly pulsing with restrained fury.
The Young Monarch was brooding now, his composure no longer unshaken—his aura coiled tighter than before, still regal, still overwhelming, but undeniably tainted with the sting of humiliation.
Max smiled, that sharp, confident grin playing across his face as he floated closer. "What do you think?" he asked, voice casual, even friendly, like two old acquaintances catching up. "Did you like it?"
He didn't wait for a response.
