107 Taking the Form of A True Dragon

The dragon wasn't any close to the form Arthur took from before, but it was so similar to it in general appearance. The eyes of the dragon were looking with extreme anger and hatred, like it had its own sentience, while long thin wisps of smoke bellowed out from the nostrils of that dragon.

"What are you doing here? How come I am a mere tool inside your body? how did this happen?" the dragon, or the true soul of that hideous master, roared in extreme humiliation and pain, shaking its big dragon head from left to right, refusing to accept this reality.

"Go out, you have no right to be here, LEAVE!!!"

The dragon roared, and Arthur felt a strong hit that moved him out of that memory, which started to fade away, ending in along thin wisp of smoke. Arthur didn't feel pain or hurt anywhere, nor did he feel anger or regret of coming here.