Chapter 43: Akane VS Belgaroth (Part 3)
In the center of the arena, Belgaroth, in his massive, terrifying dragon form, suddenly stopped moving, his amber eyes resting slowly, calmly, on Akane. A strange, eerie silence suddenly enveloped the entire arena, leaving the dragon’s heavy breath clearly audible.
Akane, still alert despite her obvious fatigue, tightened her grip on her sword slightly, cautiously observing her opponent, aware that something had just changed profoundly in the dragon’s attitude.
- You fought well, human," Belgaroth rumbled slowly in a deep, almost solemn voice, his piercing gaze now cold and determined. I’ll give you that. But you’ve reached the limit of my indulgence. From now on, I have no reason to hold back. Know that what follows may well be your death.
Akane instinctively felt her heart speed up dangerously, her breathing becoming slightly shorter in the face of the dragon’s cold, menacing intensity.
Belgaroth slowly raised his reptilian head to the sky, his eyes glowing with supernatural power, and let out a heart-rending, terrifying roar, so powerful that it shook the entire arena. The air around him suddenly began to vibrate, rippling with a burning, oppressive energy. The dragon spectators instinctively recoiled from this sudden power, shocked but fascinated.
Suddenly, Belgaroth’s massive body lit up violently, enveloped in a fiery, glowing aura, bursting abruptly into blinding light. Slowly, his gigantic form began to contract, gradually shrinking, his scales and muscles rapidly reshaping under the prodigious energy.
In just a few moments, his silhouette became distinctly humanoid again, but this time nothing resembled the previous form. Belgaroth now appeared as the perfect embodiment of an optimal fusion between dragon and human: an imposing humanoid silhouette, with protruding, perfectly defined muscles, covered with dark-red scales, gleaming like polished metal. His skin, perfectly adjusted to his powerful body, clearly revealed every muscle fiber, every tendon stretched to the extreme by the power he had just unleashed.
His humanoid face was perfectly symmetrical and handsome, but his amber eyes now burned with a cold, implacable rage. Sharp claws now adorned his powerful hands, and two elegant, sharp horns stood proudly on his skull. Thin, dark membranes ran discreetly between his arms and back, a subtle but clear sign of his draconic heritage.
- It’s... it’s impossible," Mordred murmured from his cell, fascinated but horrified by this impressive transformation. He has quadrupled in power...
In the stands, the dragon spectators instinctively held their breath at this terrifying display of physical and magical superiority.
Belgaroth slowly lowered his gaze to Akane, his smile now cold, cruel and merciless: