Dorian looked at the giggling team of female fighters and Wizards.
He then looked down at himself.
He was indeed naked.
Whenever he transformed into a different form, it was a simple fact that his clothes didn't transform with him. His Evolving Soul Spell Matrix was magical, but not that magical.
Despite his present situation, Dorian felt great. His mind, and mood, were incredibly lifted. For the first time since he was on Blizzaria, the darkness in his head had raised itself, a darkness that had been dragging him down constantly.
It seemed to go away after he went with what the voice in his head had wanted him to do.
"Um." Dorian looked at the women. Still naked, of course.
The women looked back.
He blinked.
"DO NOT QUESTION THIS GODLY DRAGON!"
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