Max smirked at the threat, showing no concern for the enormous warrior or the beast carrying him through the Crimson Horde's ranks.
His draconic features finally revealed themselves in full. Dark scales spread across his face and disappeared beneath his collar, his jaw sharpened, and black claws extended from his fingers as the last traces of his human disguise vanished. At the same time, crystal magic moved through the traveling cloak covering his body, breaking the fabric apart into countless shining fragments before drawing them inward and reshaping them into his clothes.
The Frankindian warriors behind him gasped.
Several stepped backward, their eyes widening so far that they appeared ready to burst from their sockets. They knew that magic. The manner in which the crystals separated, moved, and reconstructed themselves was unmistakable. It was supposed to belong to their only female commander.
Clotilde.
