Lakama coughed up blood and closed his eyes. Suddenly, a few moments later, a blast of energy resonated from Lakama. He slid back up beside Cuan, hunched over with a dreamy look in his eyes. Another blast, not as powerful as the first, came from Lakama as thick, black fog burst from his back. When the fog cleared he was standing straight up staring at the dragon with a serious look in his eyes. from the orogin of the mist there were now a set of black wings dripping with black liquid that turned to mist as soon as it dropped off his wing. He looked much more mature now and seemed to have grown a few inches.