The familiar, exhilarating rush of a new talent settling into his very being washed over Sunny. It was a sensation of pure bliss.
He felt his consciousness connect to a new, fundamental law. It was a cold, profound, and absolute authority.
He wanted to dive into the description of his new, evolved Sovereign's Domain immediately, but the battle on the arena floor was not yet over.
Volthrax hovered, his massive draconic form battered and bleeding, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
He stared at his father, who stood amidst the smoking rubble, his one remaining arm held loosely at his side, his entire being radiating an aura of calm, unshakeable invincibility.
"Was that… Dragon Words?" Volthrax's voice rumbled, his mind struggling to comprehend what he had just witnessed. "Or… the Reality Talk of that human, Ragnok?"
"It is neither of those," Thalorax replied, his voice serene. His Sovereign's Domain, still active, flooded his body with a limitless, healing energy.
