—boom.
—boom.
—boom.
The tremors started on the second day.
Small ones at first, the kind that made things on shelves shift slightly and dust fall from corners that hadn't been disturbed in years. By the third they were registering outside the bunker walls, moving through the courtyard floor in waves that had no clear source anyone above ground could identify.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Unlike the mana phase, which had been slow and measured and almost meditative in its patience, absorbing life energy from the dragon fetus was something else entirely.
It wasn't a process Leon was directing.
It was a process he was surviving.
The life force of a dragon, even one that had never fully formed, was enormous in a way that the word enormous didn't quite cover. It had been sitting in his stomach accumulating for long enough that what poured out of it now when the channel opened wasn't a stream.
It was a flood.
