A white-hot explosion of noise like the howling wind cascaded over Emilia, rushing into her soul. “Emilia!” The voice that called her now was feminine and sweet, familiar as her own breath. The voice—her Chara, her dragon—called for Emilia again and again as chaos exploded over the world, rippling through flesh and bone and stone and steel. Emilia’s back arched, and she gasped as the blood and flesh inside of her sparked with power. Chara was free. And so was Emilia.
This was such a cool moment!
