Sylvia calmly breathed in and out. She tried not to panic.
She knew that Roman was growling at her for her safety but she was just sick and tired of always being the useless one, the damsel in distress, the one who needs to be saved.
This time she was determined to not simply run away. She wanted to stay back and fight. Sylvia did the thing that she had practiced all week.
Her bright golden eyes shimmered as she let out a low growl. Immediately, a pair of horns jutted out of her head.
She flicked her hands and scales started appearing with her fingers turned into sharp claws.
However…
Her transformation stopped there.
Apart from absorbing or rather swirling the astral energy within her body, this was the other thing she had been practicing.
