Battling the Fake Dragon

"Holy shit!" Desmond exclaimed, his voice trembling with horror. It was the first time he laid eyes on a combat power brimming with an unsettling aura, leaving him with countless unanswered questions.

His body flushed with an intense heat, as if the blood coursing through his veins yearned to burst forth, stirring his emotions into a volatile state. And amidst the turmoil, a deafening roar reverberated within him, a draconic bellow so fierce and mighty that it seemed as if the very essence of the dragon blood within him had reacted to the artificial creature's cry.

Desmond's expression contorted in a grimace, his furrowed eyebrows betraying a mixture of anger, the urge to kill, and the sinister influence tugging at his emotions. An unfamiliar sensation compelled his body to surge forward, drawn inexplicably towards the counterfeit dragon.