"I didn't know it was going to hatch," Regis said.
Levada glanced towards the dragon before looking back at him. "That doesn't tell me what you intend to do with it."
"I was hoping you would know."
Killian lowered his head beside him, though the movement did little to hide his expression. Regis was about to say something when Anna raised a hand, her attention fixed on the creature's flank.
"Levada. Look at its scales."
The dragon had shifted beneath the sunlight. What Regis had initially mistaken for dust darkening its silver scales moved with the changing angle, leaving a black sheen across its body. He leaned forwards, trying to see more clearly, but Anna had already taken a cautious step closer.
A low sound escaped the dragon's throat. Its wing lifted, and a familiar fluctuation reached Regis before Anna stopped.
'Demonic power…?'
Levada's expression hardened. She moved beside Anna without drawing her sickles, studying the creature until its wing gradually settled again.
