. His senses exploded—his vision sharpening, colors more vivid than ever before. He could hear the pulse of the world, the distant tremor of the earth, the whisper of embers crackling unseen.
Instead of a painful expression, Reign had a pleasurable expression on his face. The red liquid dulled the coldness from the divine astral pond and made his body feel extremely comfortable.
This fortunate change in his body gave him the perfect physique for the divine astral essence to work its magic in him.
He could feel the energies collide and harmonize, strengthening his body in untold ways. The pure essence dulled the berserk energy from the liquid, Toning it down into a form he could take. He could feel it surge into his mind, like a cool drink in a desert. He could it feel it do wonders to his mind.
He felt that he had gotten sharper, and he could remember previously forgotten things in keen detail. He could remember the very first memory he had ever gained and every exam he had ever taken. Every book he had ever read, every step he had ever taken.
Rein laughed in disbelief; he had actually gained an eidetic memory. No wonder that pool was that valuable. He could also feel a sort of energy in the atmosphere he hadn't felt before, if before it was a lofty hidden existence now it felt extremely close and intimate. He waved his hand as if to feel it between his fingers.
The voice in his head took the liberty to explain, "I really marvel at your luck. Its…." She found no words to describe it. she opted not to try and continued.
"From your expression I can guess that you unlocked your mana affinity, and it should be quite outstanding. The greatest effect of the pure sea pond is to improve mental energy and mana affinity. It is one of the most important criteria for a mage and sometimes it determines one's future achievements. I'll tell you more on that later. From the look and feel of that liquid, that's dragon essence and for it to be valuable to that black dragon you stole it from it could be from an ancient dragon. You actually gained such precious treasures all in one day, your luck is …"
she sighed again
As they were speaking, Reign could feel the liquid engulfed in the frigid energy settle around his heart as his transformation ceased. He curiously asked the voice in his head who replied,
"You are too weak to bear both the dragon essence and pure essence. Your body digested what it could and formed a core with what was left. It will be of great assistance in your growth, I had thought that you would have to follow a certain path I had in mind but with this. Your starting path will be far, far easier than most."
Although this took long to describe, Reign's transformation only took a few minutes. The moment the dragon blood entered Reign's body.
The dragon phantom above disappeared. The suffocating pressure that had locked the battlefield disappeared with it.
It left the battlefield still, all the soldiers were shaken. They had never felt something like that. The still moment gave Reign the precious time to finish his transformation without being attacked. One of the soldiers moved, aiming to make his way out of the battlefield and escape.
In his haste, he passed through near one of the enemy soldiers. The soldier was full of fear from the dragon's aura so he attacked ferociously.
The ring of steel was followed by a cry of pain as the soldier collapsed.
The ring of steel and the cry of pain reminded everyone they were on a battlefield. The ring of steel on steel and clangs of armor soon resumed, this time they were fiercer and fueled by fire.
In the battlefield there was a young man of about sixteen who had been roaming about.
He had on some fancy armor and two guards behind him who followed him everywhere on the battlefield. He would pick a soldier or two and fight them under the protection of the guards.
At the moment he stuck closely to his guards and was hastily making his way from the battlefield, his guards were extremely strong, emitting a wave of aura that towered above most of the soldiers and conscripts fighting in the chaotic melee.
He was focused on making his way out of the battlefield, the dragon phantom had spooked him badly and he wanted to be very far away from there.
As it happened the young man passed extremely close to where Reign was. As if he felt something, the young man swept his eyes by Reign and spotted him.
At the moment Reign had finished his transformation, he was looking around, he wanted to be far away from this place in case he was attacked again
As the young man spotted Reign, he wondered what he was doing shirtless, languishing on the battlefield.
He saw a slain soldier from his family's forces lying by Reign's feet, indicating he was an enemy.
He focused on Reign and observed him keenly, and felt that perhaps he would be perhaps good practice before he left the battlefield.
This way he wouldn't be scolded by his father for fleeing at the slightest sign of trouble.
He looked at Reign's hands and saw him holding a beautiful sword. His eyes lit up as he admired it, gleaming under the bright sunlight, its very presence radiating an aura of ancient power.
The hilt, wrapped in deep crimson leather, was adorned with finely wrought gold filigree, swirling in intricate patterns reminiscent of dragon fire dancing through the night sky.
At its pommel rested a dragon's head, sculpted in obsidian, its ruby eyes flickering with an eerie inner glow, as if embers still smoldered in the depths of its gaze
The cross guard stretched outward like the outstretched wings of a mighty wyrm, each wingtip curling into razor-sharp talons.
Scales of viridian steel ran along its length, polished to a mirror sheen, catching the firelight in mesmerizing ripples.
Etched along the base of the blade, barely perceptible but undeniably present, were ancient runes—sigils of draconic power that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.