The sky darkened ominously, the weight of impending doom pressing down on Lucien as Merodakh's transformation progressed.
The dragon's eyes glowed a sinister red, casting an eerie light through the thickening darkness. His instincts screamed at him—this wasn't a moment to hesitate.
'I don't care what the dragon's doing,' He thought grimly. 'I need to kill him before that spell completes.'
He didn't want to be the type to wait for an enemy's transformation, like in those anime or films where villains are allowed to finish their speeches or final forms.
This was no time for theatrics. His body tensed, adrenaline surging through him as he slashed the air with 'The Destroyer'.
Massive white energy claws formed, streaking toward Merodakh like a furious storm.
Sorry, for not uploading for couples of days. I'm actually admitted to the hospital as my lupus flared. I just hope everything well :)