"Vi...Vic....Vicoorrrrrrr"
A voice, twisted and uncanny, echoed through the narrow passageway.
It came from a figure that once resembled a human, now grotesquely deformed. His blue hair hung in clumps, matted against patches of flesh barely clinging to his skull. The rest of his head was exposed bone, glowing with the molten lava that dripped from his eye sockets and gaping mouth. His entire body seeped molten liquid, sizzling as it scorched his skin and the ground beneath him.
Yet, there was something different about him... A large, sinuous tail swayed behind him, and a single, pale horn jutted from his forehead.
"He's almost finished transforming..." Raven whispered, her voice laced with concern as she observed the tragic figure.
The transformation into a dragon is a slow, agonizing process. It requires time, a pure bloodline, and the strength of at least Level 50 to achieve. Anything less, and the body would be torn apart by the sheer force of the change.
