His feet left the dusty ground as he drifted back toward the stars. He would return, he was certain of it. And when he did, his wife would be standing at his side. But for now, the gears of a grander design had to be set in motion. He needed to orchestrate a discourse with his son and carve out a path of escape for his children, ensuring they wouldn't be trapped by his coming actions.
With that final resolve, his figure surged upward, breaking into the void of space once more. This time, his trajectory was set for home, the world of Nana.
Down below, shielded by the thick stone of the palace, Nwadiebube sat in his office. He moved through the mountain of paperwork with his usual stoic efficiency, but his focus had shifted. His eyes lingered longer on the ledgers of specific noble houses, tracking their movements and influence with a new, piercing scrutiny.
These were the noble houses that now boasted Paragons of their own, individuals gifted with power that rivaled the gods.
