Owen's body began to glow.
Golden light poured from his scales, enveloping him completely, seeping from every crack and crevice until he was encased in a cocoon of pure radiance.
He felt his bones shifting, not breaking but restructuring themselves at a fundamental level.
His muscles expanded, fibers multiplying and strengthening. His very essence was transforming, his draconic core growing denser, more potent, pulsing with power that made his previous strength seem like a candle compared to the sun.
His body grew. And grew. And grew.
His baby dragon form, once the size of a dog, expanded rapidly. His wingspan stretched wider, the membrane between the bones thickening, the bones themselves becoming as strong as adamantium.
His claws lengthened, each one now the size of a sword.
His scales thickened and hardened, overlapping in patterns that were both beautiful and functional, creating natural armor that could deflect attacks.
