The heat from the volcanic mound still clung to George’s skin as he and Milton picked their way down the cracked basalt slope. Behind them, Starstorm fluttered to keep pace, his wings stirring little eddies of rising steam.None of them spoke at first. The memory of the scene inside the mound—the bronze dragon singing to the slumbering shape curled deep in the stone—felt too strange, too sacred, to break with the wrong words.“…So,” Milton finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We just saw a dragon lullaby that could shatter a mountain. Is that normal? Please tell me that’s normal.”“It is not,” Starstorm replied flatly.Milton groaned. “Great. Fantastic. Love that for us.”George wasn’t sure what he had expected when they followed the harmonic resonance readings to this volcanic ridge, but it certainly wasn’t this—an ancient draconic melody woven like spellcode into the molten rock, and a second dragon the size of a battleship asleep beneath it.He glanced back at the mound. Ev