Dick had seen countless Black Dragons unleash their innate Shadowflame in previous battles, but theirs had been little more than pillars of fire. It could ignite steel and melt anything, but at its core, it was no different from the innate magical breath of other Dragons.
The only troublesome part was Shadowflame's clinging corrosion. Its corrosive power was so strong that, once it touched something, it could dissolve bones and reduce flesh to carbon ash. It would never go out until it had burned away the last trace of life.
Troublesome though it was, there were still ways to deal with it. Now, however, even from far away, he could clearly see that sea of Shadowflame rising from the ground. It truly resembled a rolling ocean of fire. In an instant, it broke through the Holy Light Barrier he had laid down with a wave of his hand and swallowed it whole.
And an enormous black shape slowly rose from that sea of dark red flames, like a twisted, crazed monster of steel.
This was not Dick's first time seeing Deathwing's Dragon Form, but compared with the virtual images he had once seen in the game, experiencing it in person now gave him a far deeper sense of awe.
Apart from his wings, almost every scale on the rest of his body was tightly protected by red-hot Elementium Armor, adding a metallic toughness to his ferocity. Six thick, twisted black Dragon Horns flanked his hideous, elementium-covered head. A quarter of the edge of the thickest horn on the left had broken off, clearly a scar left by battle.
But that scar did not make him look diminished. On the contrary, paired with the dark red Metal Dragon Jaw completely covering his chin and those eyes beneath the metal, like searing