The Final Battle

POV Alesia:

The small dragon stood in the dark shadow of the dragon lord. Her bright eyes flashed with the hunger for power.

"Kill them all, Alesia, and you will feel the power flood your veins." The dragon's words came from behind her, making her blood boil.

A blinded and gagged player stood in the center of a large ring, the sharp pointed rocks forming an impenetrable circular wall.

'Become my power!'

The small dragon opened her mouth and revealed her small yet deadly sharp teeth. She could feel the new organ within the depth of her throat itch and prod her to feed it mana.

Without hesitation, she did so, and the next moment, something within her throat vibrated. She could feel the power surge through her new body filling her with bestial joy.