I was tense when that arm appeared to the point where I started to sweat, something that wouldn't happen even if I swam in magma, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling scared.
The claws appeared to be made of smooth metal as if they were forged weapons, but the rest of the arm had thick scales as if it were some typical raw metal.
But what made me most uncomfortable was the presence, the Dragon inside me was in fight or die mode, I knew I couldn't run away, I would have to fight against all my instincts to do so and it would be unacceptable for me.
"(I feel such a strong presence and traces of the Power of Chaos.)" (I)
I could no longer help it, my body was transforming into that of a Dragon, the creature continued trying to get out, tearing more of the space as if tearing itself apart.
