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Sorey tenses up considerably when he hears - feels the vibration. It really did look like a switch, but he hadn't exactly known. After all, it's not as though he'd explored many ruins before! "I-I don't know!" A hand moves to Mikleo's shoulder, ready to act at any moment.

When the ruins go silent and still, Sorey looks around, blinking a bit. "... Huh. I wonder if that was a switch to somewhere, after all. Let's go take a look around, Mikleo!"

They had nothing to lose, right? All they had right now to go by was an old book -- one that didn't exactly have a solution to where they needed to go.

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Sudden pressure on his shoulders, though not the same pressure that was now running all over his skin. It feels like his flesh is hardening to stone, darkening and shifting into tiny overlapping flaps, and pointing themselves until they shimmered into sharp, even scales. From under his palms, he can feel horns developing, forcing themselves through his scalp and out his hair. He knows he will not bleed, but he doesn't imagine that the sight is very attractive.
He does not want Sorey to see.

He opens his mouth, and his voice catches in his throat before he manages to shout a warning.
"Sore-y!, back away, p...lease!" He lets out a cry immediately after. He can hear his own voice changing from its smooth tone to something more akin to a low growl. He closes his mouth and finds the space unfamiliar to his tongue, his teeth and tongue both now much longer than they had been seconds ago.

His flesh pulls and hardens over itself, and Mikleo hears the ripping of seams. The delicate sensitivity of his human form's skin is now stiffened, and he hardly feels his torn clothing slip off of him. He can only hope that Sorey has done as he asked. He's hunched over himself, but he prefers that Sorey does not see even his back nude before he is completely transformed.

He topples over completely onto his hands and knees, crouching as the final aspects of his transformation take over. The light from the wall is almost too much now, and he fears for a moment that he will go blind.
A long tail lashes out and into the air. His shoulder blades shift and he feels wind slide along skin and bone that had not been there before. His blood turns cold.

He screams one more time, his voice no longer resembling the boyish ring he'd become so used to. His cry fills the courtyard and echoes through the surrounding halls. It's beautiful, he thinks, to hear his voice again. He manages to pry his eyes open, and the light from the wall seems to explode into a mass of luminocity before fading completely. His eyes are left yellowed; thin irises of purple surrounded by gold with a thin black slit for a pupil in the center.

The sensations from trasformation fade, and Mikleo's muscles relax. This does nothing for his heart though. Even through his thick skin and scales, he can feel the muscle pounding. If a dragon could smile as widely as a human, his lips would be from ear to ear.