felt the familiar surge of power, the deep, rich crimson of my dragon form radiating warmth against the strange, electric purple glow surrounding everything. My wings were spread wide, making me feel huge and imposing, even though all I was really focused on was the small, golden object cradled in my massive hands.

The atmosphere crackled with energy, a dramatic backdrop fitting for a moment of intense focus. Muscle boy, in his powerful dragon form, stood with his muscles taut, the green spikes on his head contrasting sharply with his dark red scales. He was holding a small, ornate golden trinket, examining it with a fierce, almost possessive look on his draconic face. His eyes, usually bright, held a darker, more determined glint.

"Hehehe..." A low rumble escaped my chest, vibrating the air. "This power... it feels so