What should he do with it?
After some thought, he shifted into his dragon form, carefully grasped the infant, and took flight—away from the town, toward a completely different destination.
There was a facility dedicated to the protection of such creatures.
Yiazmat were already a rare species, laying only a single egg every few years.
Certain organizations worked to protect and raise these young before returning them to their natural habitat.
Ignatius left the hatchling in their care.
By the time he had finished, three days had passed.
Upon returning to town, he headed straight for the guild—only to be met with chaos.
Smoke filled the air.
His breath caught.
"Shen Xinghui!"
He rushed inside, bracing for an inferno—
But there was no fire.
The first floor's dining hall was packed with people, but no one was panicking or trying to escape.
Something was wrong.