Siddharth Bachchan, the hero of India, had finally shown himself—as well as the radiant fragment of a blue star embedded in the center of his forehead.0

Once a National Level Hunter, Siddharth had abandoned that title to serve as a high priest of the Church of the Outer Gods. But that wasn’t all. Unlike the previous high priest, Hwang Dongsoo, he had fully adapted to the dragon blood and transformed into the first of his kind—Mutant No. 1.0

Wings resembling those of a dragon unfurled from the guild master’s back, and massive dragon horns, interlocking in a crown-like shape, emerged from his head. His body was encased in shimmering dragon scales. He was a perfect blend of human and dragon.0

While other mutants showed signs of incompleteness, Siddharth was pristine. A follower of the Itarim had fused with his body, subduing the chaos within and stabilizing him entirely.1

“Young Monarch! It’s a follower of the Itarim!” Beru shouted, emerging from Suho’s shadow. He instantly recognized the Outer Gods’ energy in Siddharth’s body.0

Hovering high above, the guild master gazed down at Suho, his brow furrowed with...0