"Bow before your Empress!"
A sharp, prideful voice rang out as a woman bathed in elemental tides revealed herself.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with pointed ears and long green hair that shimmered in the sunlight. A pair of tiny dragon horns adorned her smooth forehead, and translucent fae wings fluttered behind her as she floated effortlessly above the ground. She looked down at Orson with her chin lifted and a smug expression on her face.
"You… you're my egg?"
Orson blinked in disbelief, staring her up and down, trying and failing to connect this powerful woman with the greedy, dumb egg he used to toss around like a Pokéball.
"Ahem, well… Orson's egg is... truly one of a kind," Bradley muttered under his breath. "Dude's just built different."
Everyone nearby nearly faceplanted on the spot.
As the incoming swarm of dragons closed in, their sheer aura made even top-tier adventurers shudder.
