The faint hum of energy resonated through the room as Clone Number Two flew effortlessly toward the location revealed by the expansive Question Field. The target was confirmed: Prink was holed up deep inside the fortress of a regional lord. The dragon's egg was there, too, kept hidden within the labyrinthine depths of the castle.
Watching the scene unfold, the creator muttered to himself, "Of course. Only someone like Prink would manage to rope in a backwater noble for something this stupid. Either that, or his mother arranged it. Wouldn't put it past her."
Inside the castle, the atmosphere was tense. Prink paced back and forth in a small, candlelit chamber, his brow furrowed. His muttered words betrayed his unease. "The reports say the dragon is heading straight for this region. Is it true?"
One of his men nodded gravely. "Yes, the information seems credible."
