Darius stared at Dahlia, his eyes locked on her current dragon form.
For a moment, he said nothing.
His claws tightened slowly, the muscles in his arms tensing as he processed what he was seeing. "…How…?"
His voice came out lower than expected. "How can you transform too?"
He took a step forward, his gaze sharpening. "Even I had to change my path… even I had to fuse with a dragon just to reach this form."
There was frustration in his tone now, mixed with disbelief. "And you…"
He narrowed his eyes. "You did it so easily?"
Dahlia laughed.
It wasn't forced. It came out naturally, almost amused. "Because I'm just better than you."
She rolled her shoulder once, her dragon form shifting slightly as the wind around her moved with it. "I'm a genius, remember?"
She tilted her head, her eyes locking onto his.
Then her smile changed. It didn't disappear, but it sharpened. "So… do you regret it now?"
There was a short pause. "Killing my mother."
