"Red Blood Flying Dragon." He said softly, "A subspecies branch of the Sun Flame Dragon, though the awakening is not complete, I’ve only gained part of the bloodline’s power, but even so..."
He didn’t continue but instead reached out to an anvil in the corner of the workshop.
Ron was wondering what he was doing when he saw the surface of Andre’s palm suddenly covered with a layer of crimson scales, and his fingertips transformed into sharp claws.
Then, he gently gripped.
The anvil, weighing several hundred kilograms and usually needing two or three burly men to move, was lifted by him with one hand, as if it were just a piece of wood.
Even more shocking, Andre’s fingertips sunk deep into the metal surface, leaving five clear claw marks on the anvil.
"This..." Ron was somewhat amazed: "Is this the power of a Bloodline Knight?"
Andre nodded and easily put the anvil back in place:
"Not just power." He said in a low voice:
"My senses have also become exceptionally keen, able to hear distant sounds and perceive more smells. I can even sense the magic power flowing in the air around us."
Ron noticed that as Andre spoke, his pupils contracted and expanded with his emotions, just like a real reptile.
"Are there other abilities?" he asked.
Andre pondered for a moment and then took a deep breath.
As he inhaled, a mass of crimson flames suddenly formed in his palm, with golden patterns flickering within the fire, emanating an astounding heat.
"The affinity for the Fire Element has greatly increased." He said: "I can naturally control flames with almost no need for magic power guidance."
He clenched his fist, and the flames vanished.
Then he turned to Ron, his eyes filled with complex emotions:
"This feeling of being filled with power... it’s like I was just a hollow existence before, and now I’m truly awake."
Ron nodded silently, understanding the shock brought by this transformation.
The former Andre, despite being a prince, was merely an ordinary person struggling to survive in the Black Mist Jungle by relying on his family’s status.
But now, he had transcended the limits of a mortal to become a truly extraordinary being.
Ron approached the array, carefully examining the runes and energy crystals that had dimmed.
"Speaking of which, there were some issues during your awakening."
He said thoughtfully: "That energy disorder and near out-of-control state might be due to imperfections in the potion formula and array design."
"No, it’s not entirely the potion’s fault, it’s also because my innate qualities aren’t sufficient." Andre shook his head:
"I can feel it, this is more because I’m not quite compatible with the bloodline itself. If it weren’t for your precise potion guidance, I probably would have turned into a twisted lump of flesh by now."
He walked over to Ron, sincerely saying:
"Honestly, according to royal records, the success rate for someone with my qualities attempting to awaken such an advanced bloodline is less than thirty percent. My success is largely attributable to your potion and array design."
Ron frowned slightly, more concerned with how to learn from this experience and better prepare for his own bloodline activation.
"I need to make some adjustments to the array."
He thought aloud: "Especially the layout of those seven energy paths, the energy flow disruptions mainly occurred at the junctions of the third and fifth paths, perhaps adding a buffer there could help."
The two discussed the details for a while, and Ron noted down many observations.
"I think I need to go back and have a big meal."
Andre finally said, stretching his shoulders:
"The bloodline awakening consumed a lot of energy, I feel like I could eat an entire cow in one go."
Ron laughed: "Then you’d better hurry back, a newly awakened bloodline requires a lot of energy to stabilize, feeling hungry is normal."
Andre nodded, throwing his robe over his shoulder and preparing to leave.
But at the door, he suddenly paused, turned to Ron, and said:
"Thank you, Ron, without you, I’d have probably died on Cynthia’s bed long ago..."
The blond youth seemed ready to say something poignant.
Before he could begin, Ron punched him on the back, neither light nor heavy.
With a dull thud, Andre’s words were stuck in his throat.
He looked surprised; his newly strengthened body wouldn’t be hurt by such a force, but the sudden attack certainly interrupted his much-prepared emotional speech.
"Stop being so melodramatic."
Ron rolled his eyes and impatiently waved his hand: The source of thɪs content is NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet
"Go back and rest quickly, get used to your bloodline abilities for now, there are plenty of times you’ll need to exert yourself later."
Andre laughed silently, knowing Ron’s personality, always appearing unsentimental at critical moments to hide his true concern.
"By the way." Ron suddenly added, his tone as casual as discussing tomorrow’s weather:
"We need to go to Lizard Alley again to buy some things, make sure there aren’t any urgent Law Enforcement Team tasks next time."
Andre looked thoughtfully at his friend, who seemed not to need his help in the upcoming bloodline activation ceremony.
"I understand." He nodded lightly, a knowing look in his eyes:
"I definitely won’t be late for our next appointment."
Although he had told Ron the details and procedure of the bloodline activation ceremony, the specific operation was entirely completed by Ron.