Vauleth's roars finally subsided.
The red dragon collapsed against the ground of the System Lab with a deep, rattling exhale. His claws twitched once. Then again. And slowly, the tremors that had wracked his form lessened. The molten veins of spiritual light that had danced across his scales dimmed, and his breathing evened out.
Kain approached him cautiously, careful not to touch anything glowing or scorching hot. "You alive?" he asked dryly.
A low rumble answered. Vauleth's tail flicked in lazy irritation.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Kain crouched beside him, hand resting lightly on the warm curve of his wing. The temperature was still rising and falling unpredictably—bloodline refinements were messy—but it felt like the worst had passed.
He brought up the System window and navigated to Vauleth's updated profile:
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Nickname: Vauleth
Species: Red Coloured Dragon ([Retrovirant)
The Red-Coloured Dragons, also known as the Crimson Tyrants[…]
