We make our way to the Dragon Lair, the corridors of the mountain seeming to stretch endlessly before us. The air grows colder, the familiar, primal energy of the place wrapping around us. Sybill walks beside me, her hand still resting gently on her abdomen, her presence a steady anchor amidst the growing tension. Niko, Talon, Silas, and Cedric follow closely, their expressions a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Maxwell and Emmet bring up the rear, their sharp eyes scanning every detail.
As we entered the Lair, the sight of the Dragon eggs was both awe-inspiring and sobering. The large chamber is dimly lit, the eggs resting in their designated spots, surrounded by an aura of subdued light. Sybill's protective magic emanated around them, a soft, shimmering shield that pulsed with her heartbeat.
