Albedo curls up in the back of his lab in Dragonspine. He’d finally done it. Flown straight into the sun, and now he’s taken on a half dragon form.

A curse. He had been warned; don’t poke around the mountain, or it’ll curse you. But of course he didn’t like, and now is stuck like this.

Albedo hates this new form. Underdeveloped wings, horns and claws. He can’t have anyone seeing him like this. A monster.