"Draconic Art: Draconic Transformation!"
Ding!
[Activating the Mechanical Dragon Bloodline.]
A chorus of mechanical clicks resounded through the battlefield as a dense mist surged around Drakion's form. The onlookers tensed, held in suspense—uncertain of what monstrous evolution was now unfolding before them.
Seconds. Minutes. The onlookers felt the suspense killing them as they wondered about Drakion. They had noticed that whenever mist emerged, Drakion was transforming into another creature, which made them all the more curious about what he was becoming now.
Suddenly, the mist dispersed.
