But Kai was no longer weak. The anger had become a living thing within him, a force that could not be contained. He roared, the sound echoing through the chamber, and the air around him grew hot with the power of the dragon. His eyes snapped open, and the room was bathed in the fiery glow of his transformation.
The others watched in amazement as Kai's form shifted, his body becoming a living embodiment of the fierce beast whose power he now wielded. His skin took on a golden hue, scales glinting in the light, and his eyes burned with the intensity of the sun. He was no longer just a hunter; he was a weapon of vengeance, forged in the fires of his anger.
"Kai," Annika whispered, her voice trembling. "What have you become?"
He looked at her, the dragon's fierce gaze softening. "I'm still Kai," he said, his voice resonating with a newfound power. "But now, I am the Red Dragon. The protector of the innocent."
