The cracks continued to spread across the surface of the egg, a network of fine lines crisscrossing the shell. The tension in the room was palpable, with everyone holding their breath, especially Canna. Minutes ticked by without any movement, and worry began to creep into Canna's thoughts. Just as he was about to step closer, a sudden, thunderous explosion rocked the dungeon.
In the center of the explosion's aftermath stood a newly hatched dragon, its scales shimmering in a mix of deep crimson and ebony hues. The baby dragon was already imposing, roughly the size of two horses side by side. Its scales, though smaller and less developed than they would be in adulthood, were thick and armored, hinting at the formidable creature it would become. Spikes ran along its spine and tail, each tipped with a darker shade of black, adding to its fierce appearance.
