Chapter 201: A Political Issue
Fighting his father over a woman… honestly, that wasn't all that strange.
Ambrose had seen plenty of cases like this, both before and after his transmigration. There were countless stories of those who had turned against their parents over their lovers, as if brief months of affection outweighed decades of parental care.
The two dragons clashed fiercely in the sky. But it was obvious the silver dragon was holding back. Its claws and fangs never struck with full force. The green dragon showed no such restraint, biting the silver dragon until its body was covered in wounds.
Before long, the silver dragon crashed to the ground in front of the castle. Its mangled body was drenched in blood. Dragon blood gushed out like water, and the dragon's split belly exposed writhing intestines and a still-beating heart.
A druid's transformation was a complete metamorphosis. Brandir Sanda, in this form, was all but indistinguishable from a real dragon.
But before the silver dragon could truly experience the agony of being disemboweled, its gigantic body suddenly burst apart like exploding mud, splattering in every direction.
Brandir Sanda stepped out of the spreading mire, completely unharmed.
That was what was so terrifying about druids. When they transformed, it was as if they were gaining a second life. No matter how grievous their injuries, once the transformation ended, they returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
Powerful druids could repeatedly transform in order to block otherwise fatal damage.