My fingers brushed against the horns on my head. I had no idea where this would take me. To be honest, it was scary.
If my body ever transforms from human to demon, do I stay myself? Or perhaps the dragon is mistaken...
I refused to believe I would no longer be a normal human.
I held the beast tightly by its horns, my grip unrelenting. It didn't move. The golden glow that had surrounded its massive body slowly retracted, fading back into its core.
"You're not dead, are you? Get up! I'm not playing around here. Hey!" I shook its head slightly, frustration creeping into my voice.
Is it actually knocked out? The thought caught me off guard. I don't think my punch carries that much strength.
Could it be related to the power of these horns? My gaze shifted toward the horns on my own head, the question burning in my mind.
Rrrrhhrrhhh...
