If not for the monstrous power fluctuations, more than one of the girls would have wanted to comment on how vain it was to call herself a goddess. However, the pressure emitted by the voice was close enough to cause real damage to the girls, so no one really had the energy to respond.
Then, the voice's owner came from the cave's depths, where the shadows grew darkest. Besides a dragon, there was no other way to call the creature that emerged from the cave.
Instead of scales, immaculate white fur covered her massive body. A pair of bronze horns decorated the upper part of her reptilian face, accompanied by a pair of orange eyes. Her wings were a sight to behold, broad and majestic, filled with an iridescent sheen.
