The air within Bruce's lair was thick with anticipation and raw energy as Cliff, the orc chieftain, stood transformed by the potent gift of dragon blood. Few were the dragons like Bruce, who could set aside their towering pride to share their essence with another being. For Cliff, what was once an unattainable dream had now crystallized into reality, making the moment nothing short of miraculous.
"To be graced with dragon blood, to stand not just as a vassal but as kin to the dragons..." Cliff mused aloud, his voice a mixture of awe and burgeoning power, "...is an honor beyond my wildest dreams."
Bruce watched with a discerning eye as Cliff's physique began to ripple with newfound strength, the dragon's potent, life-force integrating into the orc's very essence, electrifying his being from within. Cliff's initial discomfort was palpable; his body convulsed as if caught in the throes of a tempestuous storm, his features twisted in a grimace of pain.