His dragon flesh tore open violently as old, obsolete structures were forced out by the pressure of the new. It was a grotesque, beautiful rebirth. This was what he wanted: a higher death. He had baited Zedd into using one of the most advanced execution method known to mages because he knew that to survive it, he would become something truly remarkable.
Now, his stalling made terrifying sense.
Dragon Scales and bone shredded like paper. Filament-like organs unfolded from the wreckage of his torso, glowing faintly as they spread and pulsed with raw, rhythmic mana. They didn't resemble lungs or any organ I recognized; they were perfectly symmetrical, shimmering structures that my brain struggled to even categorize.
The ground groaned beneath us.
"I fought alongside Arolion for many years," Bagu's voice continued, calm now, almost fond. "Now that you have seen my real ability, you must truly understand… your situation?"
