The transformation began slowly, then accelerated.
Lord's small body did not change physically in any grotesque way. Instead, his nature became visible. The golden eyes brightened until they contained entire star systems within their depths. The rainbow aura expanded outward, filling the entire Palace chamber with light that seemed to contain every color that had ever existed and several that had not.
His signature — vague and incomplete moments before — suddenly crystallized into something that could be perceived by every being in the cosmos simultaneously.
He was a dragon. But not purely.
He was human. But not limited.
He was something that existed between the categories that the tier system had created. A being that understood both the old cosmic order and the new. A bridge made manifest.
Owen felt the shift in reality itself. The pressure on existence changed. The weight of cosmic attention became almost unbearable.
