The newborn dragon blinked twice.
Then, in a clear and youthful voice, it answered without hesitation.
"My name is Vormir."
Silence fell instantly.
Max's clone froze.
His hand remained suspended in midair as he stared at the tiny dragon in utter disbelief.
"You… can talk?"
The shock that hit him was genuine.
He had expected the hatchling to chirp, roar, or perhaps communicate through instinctive feelings. Never had he imagined that a creature born only moments ago would casually speak perfect words.
Even more unbelievable was the second part.
It already had a name.
Not a name given by others.
Its own name.
Max's clone felt truly shaken.
"What kind of race hatches already knowing how to speak and introducing themselves?" he muttered.
The little dragon, Vormir, puffed out his chest proudly as though the reaction was entirely appropriate.
Tian then stepped forward with his usual calm demeanor.
