In that instant, Ville, who was right in front of him, collapsed sideways without any warning.
With a dull THUD, the back of his head struck the ground heavily.
"Ville?!"
The burly man shot to his feet, knocking the bench over.
The next moment, he saw Ville's skin visibly being covered by a strange, gray First Layer.
Seeing this, a rare look of shock and fury appeared on the burly man's face.
"This is Fallen Dragon Liquid?! Dammit, who did this?!"
The end of his roar gradually turned into a low draconic cry, the sound waves shaking the thatched roof so hard that straw rustled down.
At the same time, his purple pupils suddenly contracted into thin slits.
His burly body began to twist and expand, stretching his coarse cloth shirt until it burst apart into fragments.
His spine arched high, and two shadows burst forth from his shoulder blades.
They were two massive dragon wings, their membranes still sticky with viscous bodily fluids.
As the wings twitched—
BOOM!
