The full moon faded slowly behind the curtain of clouds, and the night air stilled as though even nature held its breath.
Inside the darkened cave temple, the potion glowed with eerie blue light as Draka had already took the portion. The ancient voice whispered in an old tongue, a chant carried on the wind.
Pain shot through his body like fire, power surged through every fiber of his being.
When the light died down, the beast was gone.
And Draka stood tall — human once more, but not the man they remembered.
His eyes now gleamed with something darker. Something… dangerous.
"The potion," Kaen whispered as he stepped closer, "did it work?"
Draka didn’t answer. He turned to the guards in the courtyard and raised his voice, deep and commanding.
"Prepare yourselves. We ride for war."
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