"Boom!"
Dragonfire quickly engulfed the grotesque Evil God King. As the flames consumed it, the twisted monster struggled fiercely, lashing at the young dragon with one deformed whip after another. Under the dragonfire, they gradually charred and crumbled to ash.
In just a few minutes, the once-arrogant Evil God King perished in the adult dragon's jaws. The monster's deformed body was burned away by the scorching heat, reduced to brilliant Psionic dust.
A milky-white mass of essence separated from it, far more vast and pure than the evil creatures the young dragon had slain. It surged toward the adult dragon.
But an invisible force enveloped it. Then it changed direction and flowed into the young dragon instead. The adult dragon had gifted it to him.
After absorbing this enormous influx of essence, the young dragon's clear Dragon's Roar echoed through deep space. His body, a thousand or two thousand kilometers long, began growing visibly by the second.
Suddenly, a huge dragon scale fell away. It was only a small patch on the dragon's body, but in the human world it would have been a colossal object nearly thirty kilometers across.
Aether Dragons shed their scales throughout their lives. Each time they grew, they replaced their armor. The shed scales were of little value to the dragons themselves, but to humans, they were rare, top-quality Flame-type Psionic Material.
Clearly, after absorbing the essence of an entire Evil God King, the young dragon had entered a period of rapid growth. He swished his tail happily, crossed the dimensions of space-time, and flew toward a star system far from the Eye of Terror.
There, the Empire's exotic-beast keepers had prepared an immense quantity of food—enough to rival a planet—including the minerals Aether Dragons liked best, as well as some Psionic meat, for a