The ground still smoldered from the battle. Veran and Raigor, exhausted but victorious, looked out over the battlefield littered with rubble and ash. The monster that threatened the Dragon's descendant had been defeated, but the price of battle had been high.
It was then that the egg, gifted by the Phoenix, began to glow with an intense light. Golden cracks formed on its surface as a primordial force was released from within.
Raigor whirled around, his warrior senses sensing something unusual. "Something is happening…" he murmured.
Veran approached, his eyes fixed on the egg that was beating like a living heart. "The power of the defeated monster… is it absorbing it?"
Suddenly, the egg exploded in a fiery glow. From the flames a magnificent creature arose: a newborn dragon, its body wreathed in blue fire and incandescent feathers. Its wings beat forcefully, raising dust and sparks in the air.
"Impossible..." Veran whispered, incredulous. "It's... a Dragon Phoenix!"
The young creature opened its eyes for the first time, its gaze curious and full of ancestral wisdom. It was not just a simple beast, but a unique being, born from the union of contrasting powers.
Raigor crouched down to observe it better. "This little... is the descendant of the Dragon of Time?"
As if it understood his words, the dragon opened its jaws and roared. At that moment, a distant echo echoed in the sky. A dark presence moved in the shadows.
Veran clenched his fists. "We have no time to waste. If the enemy discovers the existence of this creature, they will try to take it."
Raigor nodded. "Then we must protect him. But first…" He looked at the beast with a smile. "We must give him a name."
The dragon stared at them, as if awaiting this decision with impatience.
What will Veran and Raigor choose? What new threats await them now that a new flame has been born in the world?