Deep beneath the Archipelago’s shattered cliffs, hidden in a cavern where even time seems to hesitate, lies an egg unlike any other. Its shell is black as midnight stone, laced with veins of molten gold that pulse in rhythm, like a heartbeat waiting to awaken. The air shimmers faintly, carrying whispers of forgotten magic. No one knows what kind of dragon stirs within — not yet. But the silence around the egg is heavy with destiny.

👉 What kind of dragon should be born? Fire? Ice? Storm? Something stranger?

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The egg trembles as the first fractures appear. Glowing molten veins pulse beneath the obsidian shell, heat rising in the cavern. 

The obsidian-lava dragon stirs. What color should its molten glow be? Cast your vote and shape its destiny! 

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The shell splits wide. Lava light floods the cavern—yet strange fluorescent streaks gleam within, a sign of power beyond fire. 

What do you think this strange glow means—mutation, magic, or destiny? 

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The obsidian shell lies broken, smoke and sparks filling the cavern. From the ruins stirs the hatchling—its scales shimmer with molten fire, yet its eyes blaze cyan, brighter than the embers around it. With its first breath, smoke curls and cyan motes swirl through the air, as if the dragon exhales magic itself. Destiny has awakened."  

The hatchling stirs, wings unfolding awkwardly for the first time. But what shape should they take—shards of obsidian, glowing veins, or something stranger? 

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