CRACK! CRACK!
Fractures began to form on the surface of the golden dragon egg. With each passing minute, the cracks widened, devouring the energy of the pool. Then suddenly—
CRASH!
The eggshell shattered into glimmering fragments.
ROAR!
A mighty Draconic roar thundered through the chamber as the spectral image of a golden dragon erupted above the broken shell. Light surged from its form, drenching the pool in a divine, blinding glow. Its scales shimmered like burnished gold, and the aura it radiated was regal—cleansing, commanding, absolute.
Even those without royal bloodlines felt the pull to kneel under its pressure. Those with them? They, too, trembled—reverent and shaken.
The golden dragon cast its gaze over everyone in the chamber, and when its piercing eyes met Drakion's, they flashed with strange insight before it withdrew. As the golden dragon receded, so did the blinding light—revealing its legacy.
A Golden Dragon.