For Whom the Bell Tolls

Roselle grit her teeth alarmingly. "Tylus, that boy, he…!"

Tylus carefully observed the Dragon Pearl. "He is strong. I didn't expect one like him to show up. However…"

Tylus closed his hand on the Dragon Pearl.

BA-DUMP

Tylus' eyes opened widely all of a sudden. Silvery blue Astral Static surrounded his body by a range of ten meters. "Amazing… this power… amazing!!"

Soda frowned. "A Dracoslayer… the ascended form of a dragon. The outcome of this battle depends entirely on how strong Bell has become." he thought.

Tylus' eyes became blue all over, with white lizard-esque irises setting in. Six dragon horns grew from his head, and his skin darkened to the color of the bark of an oak tree. He began overflowing with power.

Bell smirked darkly. "You dared to mess with the Shikari. All for what? To kill a Noble Dragon?"

Tylus gazed down at him. "Precisely. You wouldn't understand."

"You've got it all wrong. You're the one who doesn't understand."