The birth of the dragon created great powerful energy. But only those who were Saints could roughly tell the exact location.
For the rest, they felt a strange premonition and fear. A desire to worship or flee fell on many residents of the entire region.
Martha watched as the egg finally opened up.
A small reptilian creature, that was as large as a dog, broke out of the egg. It had a lizard-like mouth, very small wings, and had a short tail.
"Great.... I'm a Wyrm now." Dorothy sighed.
"A wyrm?" Martha asked.
"Flightless dragons. This is the true form of the dragon egg. It makes sense. Of all dragons, Wyrms had the hardest eggs that could survive a millennium without being exposed to nutrients." Dorothy began to sulk.
"Let's move. Since you can't fly, hang on." Martha ordered.
"Yes, Master."
Hunter and Martha rushed towards the rope that was prepared for their escape and did the climb.
