Aria stands at attention as the dragon emerges from the egg, her stern gaze locked on the creature as it takes its first breaths. Though she shows no fear, a flicker of something softer crosses her face.
“So, this is our future,” she murmurs, her voice low but firm.
“Eldoria’s salvation, or its final hope…”
Her hand instinctively rests on the hilt of her sword, her eyes flickering to Jena.
“I swore to protect her… I’ll do whatever it takes. What about you?”
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