Nightmare Demon

"She's going to be all right." After giving her a brief examination, Alek said slowly, "Dragonborn are like that. As long as they still have one breath left, their bodies will recover someday."

"Are you taking her away?" Xia Fan asked.

"No. Until she recovers, she can stay aboard your ship." He shook his head. "The fact that you were willing to take such enormous risks to save her is proof enough that the Eastern Envoy Delegation is worthy of The Church's trust."

Alek hesitated for a long while before lowering his voice. "I have another question... My men reported that when you returned to the ship, you relied on a pair of unusual dragon wings... I was wondering..."

Xia Fan had expected him to ask. He generously let his wings extend once more, spreading half-open within the cabin—though even like this, the enormous wing membranes completely packed the room. "You mean these?"

Alek's eyes widened.

Clearly, before seeing them with his own eyes, he had remained doubtful.

"You... became a Dragonborn?"

"I'm not entirely sure either." Xia Fan thought for a moment and decided to gloss it over. "But I have indeed mastered some rather unusual transformation arts."

In truth, wings were not the only thing he could grow from his back.

The information the Dragon-Climbing Tower had shown him was beyond imagination.

By retrieving and restructuring the genetic codes within his body, it could produce countless transformations. Regrettably, the High Tower had not provided the results of every combination. Or rather... the more than a thousand combinations he currently knew of—scales, fur, fleshy wings, bones, and so on—were merely a drop in the ocean compared to the total. Yet even with these materials alone, he could assemble plenty of variations. Cosplaying Thousand-Armed Guanyin or hanging wings onto himself