Arad landed in the middle of the castle, standing there in his full size, three meters tall, towering over the countless armor stands lined beside the walls. What he saw in the middle of the room made his eyes grow wide, the veins on his face bulge up, and the hair on his head stand.
Shells, a massive pile of them, cracked draconic eggs, all broken and empty. They didn't hatch; they never got the chance.
Dragons were more akin to animals than humans; it wasn't strange for them to eat their own kind, which was a much more common thing among the Chromatic dragons than the Metallic dragons.
But there was one spot where both kinds drew a red line: the eggs.
Like how a new lion in a pride would kill the previous male and his spawns, dragons almost did the same. Albeit the Metallic dragons had long since abandoned that tradition, the Chromatic still had it.
