The Spire.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

F'Nerah nodded back warmly and strode over behind the young dragon. She raised her hand, spreading her claws open, she let out a breath of wispy white flames as if she was blowing a kiss. The ethereal white fire danced around her claws, engulfing them like smoke before she reached forward and 'etched' the mark of the Aeon dragon, a mark resembling the rising Kohryu, on his back. When she was finished, the flames washed over his back like mist and rose upward, taking the shape of Kohryu roaring before it dispersed, the mark glowing white for a while before dying down. It was done. The elder dragoness stepped aside, smiling at the new Aeon Dragon warmly. "My burden is now yours. Keep a stout heart, and you'll not fall."

"Ooooh~" Lacia ogled at the flames. "Kinda like clouds!"

Nero managed to tear his eyes away from Kitt and Vook to catch the ceremony. It was pretty cool to him. Dragons sure were an amazing race.