Max peered into his Dimension of Spirit, and what he saw brought a quiet sense of satisfaction.
The dragon egg now rested in the heart of a wide, open plain—its shell glowing faintly as the spirits that had followed him danced joyfully around it, almost like guardians, or perhaps kin reunited after a long slumber.
Far in the distance, removed from this area, was the small budding plant that marked the spirit he had been nurturing from the beginning. It stood solitary, growing steadily under the gentle sunlight that never dimmed in this dimension.
And that was exactly how Max wanted it—separated, undisturbed. The space was vast, and the presence of the dragon egg demanded its own realm, its own harmony, and its own quiet to grow. He didn't want the two forces to intermingle too early.
"Blob," Max called gently, standing beside the ever-reliable spirit, "keep an eye on the egg. Let me know if anything changes."
