The broad back is like a shield, each scale as hard as obsidian, reflecting a radiance tinged with the chill of death.
Tiamat's neck newly sprouted bone spines resemble a crown of thorns, and the most striking feature is the pair of newly unfurled wings, the wing membrane exudes a mysterious purple-black color, the edges covered with dense spines.
Fang Zhou held his breath, watching as Tiamat's head slowly lifted.
Its once rounded dragon horns have grown into sharp, curved ones, the tips glowing with a radiant blue light, seeming to be imbued with countless undead's grievances.
"Crack!"
With the crisp crackle of bone growth, Tiamat's forelimbs suddenly expanded, the four bone spines on its dragon claws pierced the air like swords.
Fang Zhou noted that its scales were undergoing a final transformation, the once smooth surfaces starting to reveal vein-like patterns.
