Drak'thar had changed.
The floating islands were no longer empty spaces waiting to be filled. They were alive with activity—dragons circling the Tower of Royals, beings from every zone moving through the dimensional gates, the Hatchery pulsing with the rhythm of new life.
Owen stood on the palace balcony, watching it all. The sun was setting over the floating gardens, casting long shadows across the crystalline bridges. The five original dragons—now full adults, their scales gleaming with age and wisdom—circled above, their presence a constant reminder of how far they had come.
Yuki joined him. She leaned against the railing, her hand finding his.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"It's crowded."
"It's alive."
Owen smiled. "That's the same thing."
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Lord stood in the courtyard, surrounded by beings from every zone.
