He built a pyre of obsidian and bone. He slit his palm and smeared the egg in blood, chanting the incantations from the Codex. He set it aflame.
The earth shook. The egg cracked. A roar echoed through the ruins. From the flames rose a beast born of nightmare—scaled in obsidian, veined in red lightning. Vharaxes.
The dragon stared into Andrew's eyes—and bowed its massive head.