Ding!
[Due to the Host's efforts and upon witnessing the Host's current predicament, the System has decided to show pity.]
Ding!
[Host has been granted temporary access to the Ice-Fire Dragon Bloodline.]
Ding!
[Host has been granted temporary access to the Mechanical Dragon Bloodline.]
When Drakion heard this notification, he snorted. It was as if he could hear the System speaking in a smug, high-pitched tone—one that suggested it had graciously decided to bestow mercy upon him, all because of his dire circumstances.
Still, it arrived at the perfect moment. And right now, raw, overwhelming power was exactly what he needed.
"You guys stay behind me. I'll take the lead," Drakion commanded, his voice deep, resonating with rising force as he summoned his aura.
"Yes, Master!" they all echoed in unison.
