In the depth of the void continent, the former home of the Dwarves, there was a dungeon. On the last floor of this dungeon, the black dragon, Bahamut, was lying in the middle of a sealing formation with golden chains wrapped all around his body, making it impossible for him to leave.
Few of those golden chains were showing seeing of breaking, proof that the formation was weakening. Seven big locks could be connected to the chains, and each lock was embedded in Bahamut's skin.
The king of the dragons was lost in thoughts, already thinking of a future where he would create a powerful world filled with dragons together with his mate. Thinking about her, Bahamut sent his consciousness into his inner space, where an egg about the size of a human was floating.
This egg was gray; however, this egg was showing signs of instability, shifting between the material and the immaterial plane.
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