The ground trembled under Oskar Homura’s steps. Even before he engaged, the air seemed to thrum with energy—subtle vibrations that whispered of power too vast to fully contain. His eyes glowed faintly, the unmistakable hue of molten ember hinting at the ancient force simmering within him.

  He paused at the edge of the battlefield, surveying the Titanium Army’s advance. The drones didn’t intimidate him, the walkers didn’t rattle him—the dragon inside him did. With a low exhale, Oskar channeled the energy, and the faint shimmer along his arms ignited into crackling scales of fiery light. The soldiers around him instinctively stepped back, sensing something primal, something deadly awakening.

  He moved. A low roar surged from his chest, resonating through the battlefield like the echo of a volcanic eruption. With a sweeping strike of his gauntlet, channels of dragon fire erupted forward, scorching armor and steel alike. Every step he took seemed to warp the very air, leaving trails of heat and light, a living manifestation of his internal flame.

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  Titanium infantry swarmed him, confident in their numbers. Oskar laughed, a deep, resonant sound that carried both amusement and menace. The dragon’s power surged through his veins, and with a sharp motion, he struck the ground. Flames leapt from the impact point, curling like serpents around the soldiers. His presence was magnetic—his enemies could not help but flinch, and his allies felt the surge of courage that radiated from him, drawn to the intensity of his being.

  Even without conventional weapons, Oskar was a force of nature. The battlefield bent to his will, every movement a blend of martial precision and draconic fury. In his wake, scorched metal, shattered machines, and awestruck allies marked the path of a man who was more than human, a conduit of dragonkind’s wrath.

  And when the fight ended, his chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, the flames in his eyes dimming—but not disappearing. The dragon inside him waited, always ready, always hungry for the next challenge.