Aren stared at the giant standing in the distance.
There was no point in summoning any more shadows. None of them could keep up. Even Riker, his strongest, could barely take a single hit from the giant.
Yet rather than looking like someone in despair or at a loss, Aren wore a faint smile.
He lifted the Ancient Devourer, holding it in front of him. Right there on the blade was a single drop of blood.
It was dark.
Dark in color, definitely not Aren's blood.
Aren smiled and spoke.
"All I needed was one drop of blood."
As those words left his mouth, the runes on the Ancient Devourer lit up. The soul within the weapon activated, twisting and expanding into its true form.
A metallic dragon skeleton head roared into the sky as a spinal body extended from it, connecting back to the base of the sword in Aren's hand.
"I wondered what the blood of someone connected to a god would do if it touched this blade," Aren said calmly. "All I needed was one drop, and you gave it to me."
