"Hmm?"
The Mother Red Dragon, returning from selling hatchlings, stepped into the Dragon Nest and immediately sensed something amiss. The ground was littered with fresh blood and shattered scales, silently speaking of an extremely fierce and brief conflict that had just occurred.
The two little dragon hatchlings that were perfectly fine before she left were now covered in bruises. Especially the older daughter, born three days earlier, looked the most miserable.
A small fledgling dragon with a disproportionately large head and small body, whose Dragon Wings drooped down, hanging limply by her side. One could see the bone exposed outside, having pierced through the flesh, indicating they had been violently broken. Most embarrassingly, a portion of her tail tip was missing, making her appearance even more grotesque.
