Ash listened to every word exchanged between Kristos and the young dragons, his posture still and quiet as he remained hidden above.
Their conversation stretched on for a while, with Kristos carefully instructing the younglings on what needed to be done and how to execute it.
Ash heard everything. About a baby dragon escaping. About the increased surveillance and the order to find the hatchling.
But despite all that information flooding his ears, his focus latched onto just one sentence with an intensity that blocked everything else out.
He is going to the egg chamber... A chamber where the dragon eggs are stored...?
His closed eyes slowly opened, and within that darkness, a glint of something sharp and calculating passed through.
Those lifeless eyes gleamed faintly, the light of a buried instinct surfacing, like a predator catching the scent of something rare.
