Three more days passed.
Owen waited on the platform outside the Tower of Royals, alternating between his massive Juvenile Dragon form and his new humanoid form as he was having fun playing around with the alternation.
When he'd first looked at his reflection in the mana-infused spring water near the platform, he was surprised.
His humanoid face, though covered in patches of black scales along his jawline and temples, looked exactly like his human face from his previous life.
The same basic structure, the same expressions that flickered across his features. It was uncanny, disorienting, like looking at a photograph of himself that had been altered in subtle but significant ways.
He wondered if all dragons had some kind of past lives that they looked like when they transformed, or if this was something unique to him. Another question he had no answer to.
