When the glow finally faded, the colossal creature that had been standing before Mark was gone.
In its place now stood a much smaller, masculine figure.
Its body was clearly humanoid in shape, but there was something in its features that made it obvious this wasn't a human.
It was a tall being, roughly eight feet in height, with a lean build, and its face was covered in deep scars.
It still carried unmistakably reptilian traits, subtle scales scattered across its pale skin, slit-pupiled eyes, a pair of membranous wings folded against its back, and a long tail swaying slowly behind it.
And curiously, even in that smaller form, it still had a clean hole running straight through its chest, right where the stalactite had impaled it.
But out of everything, what caught Mark's attention most was its clothing.
The dragon was now wearing an elegant-looking black suit, sober and refined in design, one that probably would have looked quite distinguished in decent condition.
