James steadied himself in mid-air, his eyes blazing with determination as he took in the dark, towering form of Zarathros. The demon dragon's scales shimmered with shadows, absorbing the dim light and radiating an aura of pure malevolence. Lightning danced across the stormy sky as Zarathros let out a thunderous roar, reverberating through the battlefield below, sending waves of dread through friend and foe alike.
But James stood firm, his new dragon form coursing with untapped energy. Blue streaks of raw power pulsed through his horns and down the veins in his wings, illuminating the storm like a living constellation. His transformation was still settling into his bones, the sheer power making his every heartbeat feel like thunder itself. Yet there was no fear, only a steady resolve and a surge of excitement as he prepared to unleash his newfound strength.
