Dragon God's System

The world was a hazy dream, a swirling void of forgotten memories and fading sensations. Then, a peculiar sense of peace began to settle, a dark comfort that felt almost like home. But the void shifted, tightened, and a new awareness stirred. I stretched, or tried to, and my limbs met resistance. Curved surfaces, oddly familiar yet alien. Panic, brief and sharp, cut through the calm.

My voice, when I tried to speak, was a high-pitched yelp. 'Tail? Wings?' I mumbled, my tongue struggling with the words. I was scrunched up inside something spherical, a giant egg. The darkness was absolute, yet I could see. A bizarre, reptilian body now my own, complete with feathers and sharp teeth.

Then, a sudden ding in my mind, and a transparent screen shimmered into existence, listing my new identity: 'Nóttormr, High Kobold (Nox Ancestry), Twilight Dragon (Feathered)'. This wasn't a dream. This was a new, utterly bewildering reality.