Outside of the Fringe, there was no Soul Projection taking off the blunt of the effects of the forced merging of Lith's Abomination and Dragon life forces. The raw power they generated now flooded his body without any filter.
Leegaain had only brought Lith to the alley, leaving Solus in the tower and Lith's rage to run unchecked.
His black skin cracked into countless small scales from which blue flames burst out. The flames spread to his body and set it ablaze along with his violet aura.
"I hate you." This time his voice was low, sounding like a growling abyss.
Ragnarök appeared in his hand in a blue blaze while the flames reached Lith's head and formed a burning crown.
'His breathing is split like his life forces. This wasn't noticeable in Salaark's records.' Leegaain studied everything through his Eyes and arrays, recording every detail of the transformation.