As the swirling dark light began to fade, the training ground was left in an eerie silence, broken only by the slow emergence of a creature unlike anything the trainees had ever seen. From the shattered remains of the egg, a small, winged figure stood, shrouded in shadows. Its wings were sleek and black, the feathers tapering off into a mist-like darkness that seemed to absorb the light around it. Atop its head gleamed a crown of golden horns, sharp and intricate, glowing faintly like embers in the dusk.
The creature wasn't enormous, but its presence was commanding. It exuded an aura of power that belied its size, a dark energy that made the air feel heavy and suffocating. Its wings twitched, and the shadows beneath it began to writhe, crawling across the ground as if the creature itself controlled the very fabric of darkness.
And then it roared.
