"Raise, Caeloryx."
The moment those words left Zarak's mouth, the saber's power surged to an entirely new level. Its aura exploded outward, filling the Scarlet Throne with a pressure so immense that even the rivers and mountains trembled in response. The blade itself began to change. The deep blue-black metal dissolved into flowing streams of azure liquid before solidifying once more, constantly reshaping between water and steel.
The saber expanded in size, its edge growing longer and more jagged as mysterious patterns spread across its surface. Those shifting marks moved endlessly, impossible to predict even for an Alpha Omega Overgod. At the same time, a translucent azure dragon emerged from the hilt, coiling around Zarak's arm and shoulder before fusing with him completely.
Cain's eyes widened.
"What did you do?"
