Two weeks of quiet have softened the tunnel. The alcove glows pale from the eggs alone, and the first dragon rests with his head near them, watchful and still.
A faint tapping comes from inside one shell, then another. A thin fracture draws across the surface like a silver vein.
The Elder Knight
There. It stirs.
The Scarred Knight
Good. Let it wake at its own pace.
The Fighter-Butcher
I have stood over horses in foal and hens on the egg. This feels grander, but the waiting is the same.
Kier 3 lowers his massive head a little closer. The bioluminescent glow paints the knights' faces blue-white, and all three stand back without retreating, as if holding space for a promise to finish itself.
The Elder Knight
If one breaks open today, we will learn whether it knows our faces.
The tapping continues, steady and calm. For the first time in days, the chamber feels less like a watchpost and more like a nursery waiting to speak.
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