The Dragon Descends

He lowered his left hand, and claws of Forged Blackflame madra formed on each of his fingers, until it looked like he was wearing a dragon's claw like a glove. A miniature Void Dragon's Dance swirled around it, dragon’s breath filled it like blood, and a focused Burning Cloak surrounded it all.
With the full power of his spirit and all his remaining soulfire, he forced all those techniques together.
Months ago, Akura Fury had shown him how to layer techniques. He had used that advice to improve the Empty Palm…and to work on one original technique of his own. He and Dross had spent too much time, far more than Dross wanted to, theorising and simulating and practising. It had taken him months to be able to Forge Blackflame madra at all, and even now, he could only hold it together for seconds.
When he had taken in raw draconic madra from the black dragon, he had refined the technique again. And once more after absorbing the original Path of Black Flame from Naian.
The technique coalesced into a massive dragon’s claw that streamed black-and-red power. He lifted his hand, Forged claws battering him with heat and destruction, and looked across to Yerin.
She was laughing.
Yerin dashed forward, her Shadow following her a second later. Both of them dragged their devastating techniques with them.
As Lindon ran in to meet her, a serpentine stream of dark fire flowing behind him, he realized he was smiling too.
Two Final Swords struck his technique: The Dragon Descends.
Lindon's full power met Yerin's, and the stage ripped apart.

Uncrowned (Cradle Book 7)