Scyphozoa

The cavern echoed with the resonant hisses and growls of dragons, each vying for a glimpse of Scyphozoa, the revered saintess of the clan. Amidst the dragonic discord, she pondered if they could set aside their egos to safeguard the sanctity of their kin. The veins of her sacred power pulsed through the dark blue scales of her wings, casting an ethereal glow that hinted at the dormant might within.

The azure energy coursing through her wings sent a mild sting across her sinuous form, a subdued expression of discomfort escaping her snout as she adjusted to the sensations. Preparing to meet the expectant assembly, Scyphozoa unfurled her majestic wings, the veins of power weaving an intricate tapestry beneath the surface. With Crux, her loyal guardian, by her side, she gracefully descended into the gathering, the soft hum of untouched power emanating from her wings like a hymn of ancient reverence. A century had passed since her last appearance, and the dragons assembled, breathless, to witness the resurgence of their saintess. Scyphozoa bore the weight of her ancient lineage with regal poise and enigmatic grace, as she faced the dragons that are part of a clan she swore to protect.