Galor's aura continued rising as he devoured every trapped dragon soul inside the [Nether Dragon Crown].
The countless ghostly dragon heads that had once surrounded him were now gone as all of them had been swallowed into his body.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Galor's mutated frame expanded.
Black soul flames erupted from the cracks in his flesh, while spectral dragon scales crawled across his body like living armor.
The dark metal spine frame on his back twisted violently before spreading outward, forming a pair of enormous ghostly dragon wings.
The crown fused into his skull sank even deeper, and soon blood began flowing from his orifices. Galor didn't even care. The only thing he wanted now was to win, no matter the sacrifice.
Dahlia watched the transformation with bright eyes, her grin becoming wider and wider. "Oh? Not bad, old man."
Galor slowly raised his head, his voice distorted by the countless dragon cries echoing within him. "You will die here..."
