"Ashkar, let's fuse."
Aleron was unwilling to fuse with the new dragon for now, since he wanted her to grow stronger first.
Only when the time was right would he fuse with both dragons, commanding fire and water together—a thought that sent a thrill through his mind.
Ashkar quickly nodded. 'Yes, Dad!'
The moment the dragon finished speaking, his figure became a blur of speed. He dove into Aleron's chest like a bolt of living light.
A violent surge of Origin Energy erupted outward, a storm so intense it blinded everyone.
The ground split, the air roared, and flames and raw force spiraled in a violent cyclone.
When the smoke and dust finally parted, Aleron stood transformed—two meters tall, wings spread wide, scales glistening with molten light.
His presence radiated a suffocating pressure that made even the ten Origin Experts and their Summoned Beasts take an involuntary step back.
His Infernal Eyes flared open, drinking in the battlefield.
