The heavens burned as another fragment descended.
Unlike the others, this one pulsed with a living will—a fragment not of land, sea, or sky, but of flesh and blood. It was born from the corpses of a mother dragon, fhe eggs of a long-forgotten race that once ruled the skies of another world laid in it.
It carried the scent of fire, the roar of titans, and the pride of apex predators.
As it crashed into Gaia, the land itself shook, trembling beneath the weight of an ancient power.
The mountains groaned, the forests swayed, and the volcanoes erupted as if answering the call of something primal, something that had been waiting to return.
The legacy of dragons of another world, once mighty and strong have come to this world in the form of eggs. The baby dragons in the eggs felt the surge of power course through their very souls.
The fragment had fused with Gaia, and in doing so, the dragon eggs had baptized them in the will of the world itself.
Their scales hardened, their claws sharpened, their wings stretched, now stronger than ever before. Their potentials soared, reaching heights even they had never imagined.
And among them, in the heart of a newly awakened nest, something stirred.
A lingering soul, one that had been shattered long ago, began to merge with one of the dragon egg.
Python.
The ancient serpent. The King of Monsters. The one who had once stood against Zeus himself, a terror so great that even the Thunderer had to strike him down.
His essence had never truly faded—it had lingered, waiting for a vessel strong enough to bear his will. And now, among the reborn dragons, he had found one.
The young dragon in the egg screamed as its body twisted, its soul merging with the fallen king of monsters. Its eyes burned with newfound intelligence. Its body swelled, shifting into something greater, something beyond even the mightiest of its kin.
It was no longer just a dragon.
It was Python reborn.
And as its first roar shook the heavens, the gods turned their gaze to the world below.
A new era of dragons had begun.