Right after Desmond turned around, he was frozen in place.
The reflection on the river water unveiled the true form of the possessed body, confirming Desmond's suspicions.
It was indeed a four-legged beast with magnificent wings spanning across its back, protected by impenetrable scales that would render an ordinary sword useless. Two majestic horns adorned its head, emitting fiery flames from their tips.
The beast's size was comparable to that of a cargo truck, its eyes glowing red, and its skin as dark as the embodiment of evil itself.
Desmond stood in awe, taking a moment to appreciate the breathtaking appearance of the dragon before him.
"This is really the little dragon from that room..." Desmond whispered to himself. "It seems that this is its true form, and I must admit, it's incredibly cool!"
