"Do gods truly exist in this world?" Max asked, his voice low, almost reverent, as he gazed at the softly glowing black egg nestled in the shimmering energy field.
The question wasn't asked casually—it was born from the awe that had taken root in him ever since he could think, ever since awakening his class.
The colossal black dragon stirred slightly, its enormous wings tucked neatly against its body as its ancient eyes stared into Max's very soul. "They do," the dragon replied calmly, its voice a thunderous whisper of eternity. "But not now. Not anymore."
