Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City.
Orion's eyes snapped open. A wave of raw power, a palpable pressure, radiated from him, startling Elara, who was gently stroking the shell of a World Dragon egg.
"Daddy, you scared me!" the little girl chirped, patting her chest with a tiny hand before her expression shifted to one of pure curiosity.
The residual intensity of his breakthrough receded. Orion reined in the wild exhilaration bubbling within him and reached out, ruffling Elara's hair.
"Sorry, kiddo. Didn't mean to frighten you."
"You didn't!" she insisted, though he'd clearly seen the flicker of primal fear in her eyes—the instinctual reaction of any being, no matter how special, in the face of overwhelming power.
"How much longer for your eggs?" Orion asked, glancing at the two colossal eggs that dominated the chamber. Elara came here every day, patiently channeling her own unique energy into them.
