With an endless supply of Chaos Mist as support, Ange's scales rippled across his body, his bones pierced through his skin, expanded his skeleton, and then were again covered with skin and scales, as if undergoing a bone-replacing rebirth, his body continuously expanded.
Finally, his wings spread out, covering the entire Chaos Plane, transforming into a true Ancient Time Dragon.
Then, Ange opened his eyes. His eyes were not the usual slits of the Dragon Clan, but instead a complete darkness, as if filled with countless stars, just hanging in suspension, the surrounding matter alternating between slowing and hastening.
It was like a stone floating past—when it passed by the Ancient Time Dragon, it would suddenly accelerate or decelerate, but in reality, its speed was constant; it had just fallen into a turbulent flow of erratic time changes.
Negris swallowed hard, "Is...is this an Ancient Dragon? An ancestor of the Dragon Clan? Is it... this terrifying?"