The disruptive laughter rumbled through everyone's ears.
The power contained within Bolas's voice was great enough to cause most of Morvyr's troops to quiver, while nearly every creature that wasn't Fallen could feel the oppressiveness carried within it.
Noah didn't have to look to know who it was.
There was only one creature here who could possibly sound that obnoxiously happy right now.
Even before Noah turned toward him, he already had a good idea of what had happened.
His gaze eventually landed on Bolas.
The drake's transformation had already ended, and unlike everyone else, he wasn't paying the slightest attention to what had changed about the rest of his body.
His attention was entirely focused behind him.
Two wings had emerged from his back.
They were considerably different from the ones Bolas had possessed before. Those wings had been created through the ability he shared with Noah, making them more of a manifestation than an actual part of his body.
