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The Nightmare Spell had been meant to force Astfall to confront his greatest fear, a memory painful enough to shatter his composure and leave his mind vulnerable. Luke had been counting on that opening, hoping to exploit it before the battle reached its final stage.
Instead, the spell had done the exact opposite.
It had pushed Astfall beyond his limits.
The human figure disappeared beneath a surge of black scales as his body expanded, bones shifting and cracking beneath the transformation.
His arms stretched into enormous limbs, his back split as two massive wings tore outward, and his neck lengthened until a monstrous head emerged through the darkness.
A ferocious black dragon now stood before Luke.
Its scales were dark enough to swallow the light around them, each one reflecting only the faintest glimmer from the battlefield.
