C659 His Strength Was Evenly Matched

A lithe silhouette stood atop the dragon's head, his body coursing with golden blood. Rather than appearing grotesque or nauseating, the blood, in concert with the radiant golden light he emitted, lent him an air of regal elegance.

The golden aura shimmered ceaselessly. The wounds inflicted by the golden staff, the contorted joints, all mended themselves relentlessly