’What the heck did you just do?’ The consequences of Solus using her own essence to strengthen the Origin Flames terrified Lith. ’Even inside our tower, you don’t even have a real body yet, let alone a stable life force. Taking physical form here is madness!’
’Semi-immortal here, remember?’ Even her thoughts were reduced to whispers. ’As long as my body is intact, as long as my life force is bonded to yours, I can’t die.’
’That’s bullshit! What if you burn your personality or your memories? What if you lose yourself and become nothing more than a tool?’ Lith asked.
’Even then, I’d still be part of you.’ She replied.
"Ready for round two?" Dawn only needed to create another prism spawn to replace her lost crystal blade.
For the second time in a single day, a roar of pure rage made the entirety of the Snake Tongue mountain range tremble while dust and debris fell from the ceiling on Dawn’s head.
Lith refused to lose Solus just as strongly as she was willing to push herself to keep him alive. After almost five years from their first and last quarrel, the most powerful mana crystal and the mightiest of metals became one.
Solus’s and Lith’s mana cores aligned along with the tower’s pseudo core that was able to manifest itself thanks to the partial link with the mana geyser. All three of them grew in size and power reaching new heights.
His body changed as well, growing a second set of membranous wings that unlike the one already on his back, the second set wasn’t upside down and it was gold-colored. Lith’s chin split, forming a second maw below his own and both growled with fury.
He now stood over 3 meters (10’) tall, covered in scales the size of a brick. Usually Lith’s body couldn’t grow past a certain point because no matter the form anyone shapeshifted into, their mass wouldn’t change.
This time, however, the tower could provide him with everything he needed. He was now too big for the Skinwalker armor to contain him anymore. The silver of the metal couldn’t hide the pitch-black scales mixed with new golden ones, both with their edges blood-red from the heat sealed within Lith’s body.
All seven eyes were opened and none was yellow. The red, black, blue, white, and emerald green eyes stared at Dawn with such hatred that if looks could kill not even the power of Mogar’s sun could save her.
The remaining two emitted a dimmer light and were golden colored. The moment the fusion restored her life force, Solus’s eyes shone as bright as Lith’s, staring at the Bright Day in cold fury.
"This doesn’t bode well." Dawn clicked her tongue, quickly reassessing her situation.
Even though she had no vitals, her energy wasn’t infinite, otherwise she would have never been defeated by Sinmara the Phoenix, nor the Rezar clan would have been able to detain her for so long.
Casting so many powerful spells, generating spawns to shape her equipment, and regenerating her body several times had taken a heavy toll on her.
Until a moment ago, Dawn had been sure of her victory because whatever the Wyrmling was doing, not only was he still weaker than her, but she could also see with Life Vision that his might dwindled over time.
Now, however, the thing in front of her was brimming with power and seemed royally pissed off with her.
’Fuck my luck.’ Dawn thought. ’Seven eyes and the white one is already open. If this guy can exert Dominance over my spells this is going to be...’
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