The draconic pressure emanating from his body was already strong enough to rival their own!
'The King...'
With just a single finger, he had granted the patriarch of a lowly clan, one with an inferior bloodline, power comparable to theirs—the superior Dragon Race!
What a miracle!
Before long, the transformation was finally complete.
Lektorn slowly climbed up from the ground. He felt the surging power within him, a force so immense it felt like it could tear the sky apart, and his entire body trembled with excitement.
He looked at his own hands, then at Lin Ye, and slammed his massive dragon head heavily onto the ground.
"Thank you, my King... for this grace of rebirth!"
"Rise."
Lin Ye's voice was as placid as ever. "From this day forward, the Ink-Shadow Clan is equal to Claudius and Aurelian. There is no longer any difference in rank."
"Your Ink-Shadow Clan will be responsible for enforcing the laws within the Dragon's Nest and for gathering intelligence."
