A blinding flash of light, followed by that characteristic dizziness.
Mordred was snatched violently out of the draconic world, and a moment later, Isaac opened his eyes abruptly in the darkness of his bedroom, panting, brow beaded with sweat. The familiar ceiling of his apartment greeted him once again, bathed in pale moonlight filtering through the half-open blinds.
A heavy silence reigned in the room, broken only by the distant sound of a few late-night cars. But in this apparent calm, something was rumbling beneath the surface.
[Ding.]
The system notification appeared before his eyes, familiar, almost reassuring.
[You have absorbed an additional 18 Moonstones.]
[Dragon scale evolution in progress...]
[Transformation: your body now displays draconic scales on your upper torso].
[Total number of active scales: 63].
