"It feels like... OUCH, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!" Fearing David might perish, his dragon dad, Attilicia, rushed to the scene immediately. He was almost instantly obliterated by the still-not-fully-cooled-down David; Attilicia's silver scales were instantly roasted to the color of a cooked shrimp.
He hurriedly sprayed himself with a couple of icy breaths to avoid being roasted on the spot.
"Hmm... unparalleled power. If it weren't completely unnecessary, I feel like I could even take on that old Blue Dragon, Patrice." Still feeling a bit heady from the transformation, David looked down and saw the crevices between his scales seemingly emitting a crimson glow.
[Arrogance]
But this wasn't entirely out of pride; the failed 'ignition ritual' had truly, albeit temporarily, endowed him with destructive power sufficient to rival legends. Energy, almost infinite.
"The only pity is that this power fades too quickly."
