After the first battle with the shadow, Khanittha—Noona in the present—still felt a strange sensation coursing through her body. Her hands burned as if some power was awakening deep within.
"What is happening to me?" she whispered, glancing at old scars on her arms, as if scorched by an unexplainable force.
Suddenly, memories from the past flooded her mind. Khanittha returned to ancient times, when she was a brave young woman of a noble lineage. During her first fight against demons as the young black dragon, her body quivered with raw power and a fury that nearly overwhelmed her heart.
The shadows lingered around her. The past memories and the newly awakened power forced Noona to learn to control it. Otherwise, fighting in the present world would be no different than facing death itself.
Darkness enveloped Noona from head to toe. The shadows seemed alive, attacking from every direction. Her body trembled as the power within gradually awakened.
"I have to control it… somehow," she whispered, as her left hand emitted streaks of deep black light, rising like smoke and forming piercing beams.
Noona transformed into a young black dragon—small in size, yet radiating a fierce energy. The shadows tried to strike her, but every attack was countered by waves of draconic force, sending them recoiling.
She moved with the precision of her past life, eyes scanning every angle. Her hands unleashed bursts of black flames, like shadows of the night. The roar of the dragon echoed in her heart. The power wasn't only physical—it resonated with her very soul.
When the shadows were finally dispersed, Noona returned to human form, breathing heavily. She knew she had survived a critical test. The black dragon power was not a curse, but a gift—one that she needed to learn to master.