Inside Dahlia's body, a silent battle raged. Her consciousness clashed against the soul of the demonic dragon, Navrel, the Demon Duke, within a vast, intangible space.
A low, amused laugh echoed as the dragon looked at her. "Heh… to think I ended up inside you."
Navrel glanced around, his grin widening with unsettling delight. "I never imagined your body would be so… perfect."
He flexed his arm, as though testing a new form, savoring the current of power flowing through Dahlia's veins.
"I don't know how you managed it, but I've never seen a dragon's body this pure."
He pinched at the air, examining the energy as if it were something tangible.
"Every speck of you is saturated with pristine dragon power."
His eyes sharpened, his smile stretching into something more dangerous.
"If I take this body for myself… and fuse it with my power…"
A burst of manic laughter tore through the space.
