Regis stared at the dragon, struggling to connect Hagios's words with the creature lying before them. Its golden eyes followed the Pope's hand as he withdrew it, and its head drew closer to its folded forelegs.
"How could something like that be born?" Anna asked.
"That is what we need to find out." Hagios slowly rose. "I can recognise what is present within it. How those natures came together is another matter."
Levada's gaze remained fixed on the black sheen across its scales. Beside Regis, Killian had gone unusually quiet, while Pandora moved closer to Aurelia.
The dragon shifted beneath their attention, dragging its tail across the ground. Regis stepped back when its wing lifted, giving it room until it settled again.
"What happens to it now?"
"For now, we continue caring for it," Hagios replied. "Anna and Levada will help observe its condition. Tell them if you notice anything unusual."
Regis glanced towards the two executors before nodding. "I'll keep helping."
