Chapter 81: Your Place
The effect of Lady Darka’s words was cataclysmic, reverberating through the Darkan lands with a force that transcended the physical.
CRASH... CRASH... CRASH... CRASH...
The sound of ethereal chains shattering echoed like glass falling from the heavens, a cacophony felt in the bones of every Darkan member.
A surge of unfamiliar yet deeply familiar strength flooded their bodies, their long-dormant draconic heritage awakening with a ferocity that shook their very souls.
Ancient, forgotten techniques, instincts of fire manipulation, aerial combat, and raw power swirled in their minds, as if etched into their bloodlines by Lady Darka herself.
Across the estate, the sky erupted into chaos. Swirls and tornadoes of fire of varying sizes tore through the heavens, their fiery vortexes a testament to the unleashed power.
Darkan members morphed mid-stride, their human forms giving way to draconic shapes, scales shimmering in hues of crimson, obsidian, and amber, wings unfurling with thunderous flaps.
In the Dragon’s Pit, the resident dragons looked skyward, their eyes blank with awe, and let out primal roars that shook the earth.
Rumblee...
The ground quaked, the foundations of weaker buildings crumbling under the strain, some collapsing entirely.
Flames, born of the reawakened heritage, surged uncontrollably, incinerating several structures, but no one mourned the loss; they were too consumed by the euphoric bliss coursing through their veins. Those without the dragon’s blood immediately took the situation as an immediate crisis.