Isaac raised his brow.
"Dragonic Form? Is this what I think it is?"
He didn't hesitate for long. He activated the skill.
The change came instantly.
Horns pushed out from his forehead, curving slightly end.
His body bulked up, muscle layering over his already improved frame.
His back split his shirt apart as pitch-black wings tore through the fabric.
A thick, scaled tail grew behind him. It was long and black.
Isaac turned toward the mirror on the wall.
"Woah," he said quietly.
The reflection staring back was intimidating.
The horns and wings carried a dark, and domineering feel.
They weren't ordinary wings either.
Their texture looked like shadow turned solid with faint wisps of black mist curling off the edges.
Golden cracks ran through his wings, tail, and horns.
The bright color made him look majestic despite the sinister base black color.
He spread out his wings slowly and gave them a test flap.
