After finishing the cleanup and getting everyone back to normal, Logan decided to retreat for the day. There was no way they could continue in their current state, especially since Serana and her minions needed to be monitored for the next few hours.
Within a few hours, they returned to camp. The sun was high—around noon—and everyone was starving after the morning's battle. They ate in silence, most of them too tired to speak.
Logan remained vigilant, watching over Serana and keeping an eye on the new dragon, Drakhel. The sight of the creature stirred a different memory: the dragon egg. He was reminded that it needed to be brought to the peak of the mountain. Whether they'd reach the summit within the next few days was doubtful with how many monsters roamed the area. So for now, he left the egg in camp, nestled near a cluster of mana crystals to absorb as much ambient energy as possible.
Yet something about the egg had changed.
It pulsed softly, rhythmically, every few seconds.
