"This place... it's actually where I was born, too."
Thandor lifted his head, slowly scanning the surroundings. Deep in his eyes, a flicker of old memories stirred—distant, but unmistakably vivid.
"Back then, there was nothing here. Just endless desert. And me? I was nothing more than a forgotten dragon egg, buried beneath the sands, completely unremarkable..."
"Until one day, my master stumbled upon me by chance. And that's when he brought me into the world."
As Thandor spoke, Ethan blinked, caught off guard. For a split second, he thought he saw something shift in Thandor's eyes—like a spark of life, a glimmer of emotion breaking through the stillness. But maybe it was just his imagination. Even he couldn't be sure.
"And then?" Seraphina suddenly asked, her voice soft but insistent. "If that's how it started, you two must've been really close, right?"
She couldn't help but see herself in his story.
