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Silence hangs thick in the ravaged hall, broken only by the slow drip of blood from broken masonry. Pale moonlight filters through a shattered ceiling, painting the scattered remains of knightly armor and the still forms within. At the epicenter of the ruin, Dialugia—the Dark Dragon—stands in human shape, her dark blue hair a wild cascade, her light cyan eyes locked on the fractured egg before her. A tremor runs through her as a new crack spiders across the shell's surface. "My child… are you coming to me?" Her voice splinters, tears welling and spilling over. you, she extends her hands, claws trembling slightly—will you reach back?