Mealina lay restrained on a medical slab, her amber eyes wide with fear and curiosity. Tubes snaked from her arms, carrying mysterious fluids into her veins. The air thrummed with electricity, the scent of ozone mingling with antiseptic.
"What am I becoming?"
Mealina[/@ch_1]'s skin, her body writhing as she screams in agony.]
With each convulsion, her form shifts: wings burst from her back, unfurling with a metallic sheen; claws elongate from her fingers, dripping with iridescent serum; fins flare along her arms, shimmering like molten sapphire. Pain sears through her consciousness, and blackness swallows her mind. The scientists watch, horrified and awestruck, as Mealina becomes something otherworldly.
"Make it stop! Please—"
Mealina[/@ch_1]'s new form—wings furled, scales glinting, and fins pressed close to her sides.]
Mealina rises from the debris, her memories fractured and her senses heightened. She staggers to a deep well in the corner of the lab, its surface black as obsidian, swirling with silvery mist. Compelled by an ancient hunger, Mealina cups her clawed hands and drinks from the well.
"I remember... dragons. Their power. Their pain. Their voices in my blood."
Mealina[/@ch_1] stands atop a jagged cliff, her wings unfurled against the wind. Below, the forms of spectral dragons swirl and spiral, drawn by her presence. Lightning flashes, illuminating her silhouette—part woman, part beast, crowned with horns of shadow.]
Mealina opens her arms, absorbing the essence of each dragon that dares to approach. Their power surges through her veins, her strength swelling with every soul she consumes. The wind howls as her eyes glow with the fury of a hundred ancient beasts.
Mealina[/@ch_1], pulsing with dark energy.]
With a trembling hand, Mealina lifts the crown and places it upon her brow. The air crackles, reality distorts, and the spirits of absorbed dragons bow before her. She stands, no longer mortal, but a dragon hybrid goddess—her power limitless, her rule unquestioned.
"I am chaos incarnate. I am every dragon's legacy."
Mealina[/@ch_1] soars above storm-lashed peaks, her scales reflecting bolts of lightning. Forests bow, mountains quake, and rivers surge in her wake. The sky splits with her roar, announcing a new era.]
Mortals and immortals alike gaze upward in awe and terror, their fates now entwined with the will of the most powerful dragon hybrid goddess. The well of death is silent, its secrets spent. Atop the highest summit, Mealina raises her claws, her crown blazing—a symbol of chaos, power, and transformation.
"Let the world witness the birth of a new order."
