[Dragon Form.]
Amon's trump card that he obtained after absorbing Yval's second blessing.
A surge of divine energy erupted from within Amon, shaking the very air around him as ancient power awakened in his blood. It was the mark of the Golden Dragon Sovereign—the sacred blessing he had once received in a moment of fate, now fully unleashed.
His bones cracked and reshaped with thunderous intensity, muscles expanding with draconic strength as his frame grew larger, broader, and more imposing. Golden scales, radiant yet fearsome, erupted across his skin in a cascade of shimmering armour, each one glowing faintly with the fire of celestial might. Amon's eyes burned with vertical pupils, reptilian and unblinking, and jagged horns curled from his brow, completing the visage of a warrior no longer entirely human.
