Zairon stood at the edge of the Sacred Beast Grounds, gazing at the sprawling landscape ahead. The ground was filled with a soft, ethereal glow, and massive trees stretched high into the sky, their leaves shimmering with an unnatural light. The air itself seemed to hum with power, the faint sounds of mystical creatures echoing in the distance. It was a place where powerful spirit beasts were born, and Zairon could feel the raw energy that permeated the atmosphere.
Zairon (to himself, smirking):
"Looks like this place is a treasure trove for spirit beasts... but what kind of beast will I get? A dragon? A phoenix? Or maybe something completely unique..."
The Sacred Beast Grounds were known for housing an assortment of eggs, each radiating its own power. The moment Zairon stepped onto the grounds, he could feel a tug in his chest, as though the very essence of the place was calling to him, guiding him toward the perfect egg.
Zairon (muttering):
"I'm not just looking for any beast. I want something that resonates with my power... something strong, something unpredictable. I can feel it... something special is out there."
He walked through the vast expanse of the grounds, passing by hundreds of glowing eggs. Some were vibrant and colorful, while others seemed plain and unremarkable. Each one pulsed with energy, but Zairon's keen instincts honed in on a specific one—hidden among the others, almost blending in with its surroundings.
The egg was simple. Unlike the vibrant and ornate eggs that surrounded it, this one was plain, with a dull greyish exterior. However, Zairon could sense a different kind of energy emanating from it—violent, untamed, yet controlled. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as though the egg was brimming with raw power, waiting to be unleashed.
Zairon (thinking to himself, grinning):
"This one. It may not look like much, but there's something... unique about it. I can feel its power pulsing inside. A tiger? A dragon? A phoenix? Or maybe something even more out of this world. Whatever it is, I'll take it."
Zairon picked up the egg carefully, feeling the warmth that radiated from it. His fingers brushed against its smooth surface, and for a moment, the violent energy inside seemed to flare up in response to his touch, as though acknowledging him as its future master.
Zairon (chuckling to himself):
"If these beasts are from Raur, then maybe I should give it a name that reflects its origins... but I'll leave that for after it hatches. For now, I'll just focus on the power that's about to be unleashed."
With the egg in hand, Zairon stood tall and proud, ready to take the next step. He felt a surge of anticipation—this spirit beast was going to be something special. It was more than just a companion. It was going to be a weapon, a force that would help him conquer the world.
Zairon (smiling with excitement):
"Let's see what kind of power you have, little one. When you're born, you'll be more than just a spirit beast. You'll be a part of my legion, a part of me."
He turned to the girls who had accompanied him on the journey.
Zairon (with a grin):
"This is just the beginning. Soon, this beast will help us rise to unimaginable heights. Let's head back. We've got a lot of work to do."
The girls, curious about the egg in Zairon's hands, nodded in agreement, following him back toward their camp. As they walked, Zairon couldn't help but feel that the egg held more than just a spirit beast—it held the key to a new chapter in his journey. A journey that would take him closer to the power he sought.
The Naming of the Beast
As Zairon and his team made their way back to their base, Zairon couldn't stop thinking about the egg. He had no idea what kind of spirit beast would emerge from it, but he was confident it would be something extraordinary.
Zairon (smiling to himself):
"This will be interesting. Whatever it turns out to be, it will be mine. And I'll shape it into the greatest weapon I've ever had."
The naming of the beast could wait. For now, Zairon focused on the future, on the power that was soon to be his, and on the growing strength of his Legion. He had the best warriors, the most loyal followers, and now, with the egg in his hands, he would soon have a spirit beast of unimaginable power.