As Ron lay in his secluded cave, the gentle echo of a faint noise pulled him from his restful state. For a moment, he remained still, contemplating the possibility of an unwelcome visitor invading his sanctuary. His heart raced as he considered the chance of a menacing creature lurking in the shadows. But Ron, drained of nearly all his mana, could only hope against the notion, silently praying for the noise to vanish. To his relief, the sound dissipated into the cave's depths, leaving him in a state of perplexed curiosity.
Minutes passed, and the elusive noise returned, faint yet insistent. Ron's confusion deepened; suspicion crept into his thoughts, suggesting the antics of a mischievous monster toying with him. Determined to confront whatever was behind the noises, he rose, intending to investigate the origin of these mysterious sounds.
Yet, as he prepared to step outside, the world around him erupted in a radiant ill
umination that seized his attention. Turning swiftly, his eyes fell upon the Drakonic egg, its shell aglow with an incandescent brilliance. The once-mundane shell now bore visible cracks, a testament to the impending birth of a Drakonic creature. Ron instinctively shielded his eyes from the intensifying light, stepping back to witness the spectacle that was unfolding before him.
The cave transformed into a chamber of dazzling radiance. A seismic tremor shook the ground beneath him, resonating throughout the entire island. From the confines of Ron's sanctuary, a luminous beam surged skyward, captivating the attention of every creature dwelling on the isle. This extraordinary event, known as "Andora," marked the birth of a divine being—a phenomenon that occurred only on the rarest of occasions.
As swiftly as it began, the spectacle subsided. The ground stilled, and the luminous beam retracted into the sanctum of Ron's cave. In its wake lay the newly hatched Drakonic baby, nestled upon the cave floor. Overwhelmed with emotion, Ron gently cradled the infant Drakonic in his hands, whispering words of fulfillment and wonderment.
The Drakonic baby, minuscule in size compared to Ron's hand, bore the distinctiveness of its kind—a unique presence emphasized by the sight of two tails. Ron meticulously examined every facet of the Drakonic egg, searching for any peculiarity, but found none. He channeled a trace of his dark mana into the newborn, observing with delight as the creature's scales assumed a vibrant shade of red.
This extraordinary being, the Drakonic baby, required no sustenance but could draw energy from Ron's dark mana. A sense of euphoria filled Ron's heart; his lifelong aspiration had finally materialized. Yet, despite his elation, weariness lingered from the recent confrontation with the dark golem. Ron settled down, cradling the Drakonic baby close, and succumbed to a peaceful slumber, embracing the fulfillment of his dreams.
The birth of the Drakonic marked a turning point in Ron's solitary existence, a momentous chapter in his life intertwined with the destiny of this divine being.