[h1][center]A dream of defeat [/center][/h1]
[h3][center][color=red]『ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤』[/color][/center][/h3]
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 [hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℤ𝕖𝕣𝕠   / /  𝟙𝟞53[hr]
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The dragon remained motionless on the ground. Though he was free from paralysis, his pride was cut in two, unable to get up faced with defeat. Is this all for not? Was he ever even useful for his team in any situation? The beast, lost in thoughts with lack of self worth zoned out. 

Chris found himself in human form, with lack of little memory of what he was once doing. As he stared at his hands, he noticed then a sea of molten lava beneath him. Trying to take in his surroundings, the sea was as far as could be seen in any direction, and its sky was black with stars and space above a red tinted sky. Everything felt surreal, as if it was all in his head. He was numb, and despite the bizarre visuals he felt at peace. So much so he wasn't bothered when he saw a boiling black liquid flow up from the lava, turning into a tendril that slithered up and into his mouth before breaking off and dissolving into a more translucent substance, that of which dripped down into his throat. 

The vision ended there. Chris's eyes widened as he was returned to reality with disorientation. With blurry eyes he saw his hand, human. He had transformed back despite not fulfilling the full 2 hours the transformation lasted. In his naked body, Chris looked around, his vision and hearing were still in disarry, but as they cleared up he quickly got up and tried to get his boxers and pants back on. His face was flushed from waking up exposed in such a way.[/indent]