Attack of the Poison God!

The 9th day on Mount Meru was nothing short of agony for Kent. The baby dragon, Sparky, lay curled up on the ground. Each rise and fall of its tiny chest seemed like an arduous battle. Its eyelids fluttered weakly, unable to stay open, as if every ounce of life was being drained from its small body. Kent knelt beside it, a deep worry etched on his face.

As he gently brushed the baby dragon's head, he whispered, "Hold on, Sparky. We've come too far for you to give up now."

High above, dark clouds began to gather unnaturally. The once serene skies over Mount Meru turned a foreboding shade of crimson, spreading like spilled blood. Kent glanced upward, immediately understanding the malicious intent behind the transformation.

"The Poison God," Kent muttered under his breath. His eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of resolve flashing in them. "So you've decided to make your move now."