"WOAH, A REAL DWAGON!"
Toby's voice cracked with pure excitement as he stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet. His small hands flew up to grip the sides of his head like his brain couldn't process what his eyes were seeing.
In front of him—towering over the entire manor like some ancient god of destruction—was Rusty. But not the melon-sized purple blob. This was a 'monster'.
His dragon form stretched upward, massive and grotesque, his purple gelatinous body rippling like a living ocean. Wings like stained glass windows spread wide enough to cast shadows over half the manor grounds.
Rows of razor-sharp fangs dripped with viscous purple slime, each drop sizzling when it hit the ground. His eyes glowed with predatory intelligence, pupils narrowed to slits.
Toby's legs shook, but his face split in the biggest, most idiotic grin Viktor had ever seen.
"A dwagon! A REAL dwagon! Papa, did you see?!"
