Semua Bab Dawlya’s Dragon: Bab 151 - Bab 154

152 Sereth did not descend in flames. He did not split the sky or shake the mountains when he left his silent orbit above Ashbarrie. He simply… moved. One heartbeat he was a distant pressure in the heavens an ancient presence coiled in watchful restraint. The next, he slipped through the veil of space and reappeared above the Dawlya world, unseen and unfelt by those below. He hovered high in the upper atmosphere, wings folded close, silver scales dimmed to the color of clouds. From there he watched. He watched the weapon fire. He watched the Circle rise in answer. He watched the dragons retaliate not with annihilation, but with precision. And then he watched something he did not understand at all. Mercy. Draynor ships landing in fractured cities. Dragon healers kneeling in rubble. Flame used not to consume but to mend. Sereth had been forged as a weapon. Bound. Conditioned. His power was harvested and directed for centuries by Dawlya hands that feared him as much as they depende

154 The egg cracked at dawn. Cain did not wait for the second fracture. The moment Mikan’s call hit his mind sharp, urgent, threaded with something fierce and bright he was already moving. Avi felt him leave before she saw it. She woke to the absence. The bed beside her was still warm. The air still carried his scent. But the mate-bond stretched thin, then snapped taut across distance as he teleported to the Draynor capital. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling of the villa suite. The Circle did not stir. For once, it allowed something simple: joy. Tia’s egg had cracked. A new life. Not war. Not prophecy. Not ancient weapons. Just a hatchling fighting its way into the world. Avi smiled faintly and rolled onto her side, letting herself feel that happiness before duty reclaimed her. It didn’t take long. By midmorning the Veilkeepers were packed. Their week of quiet at the villa ended not with alarms but with assignment orders. Wing Corp headquarters awaited. The hang