Ignis stood at the head of the heavy ironwood table, projecting a massive, complex medical diagnostic over the tactical map.
The God of Knowledge was not analyzing a cosmic threat or a planetary fault line. He was analyzing his wife.
Valeria sat in her Warlord coat, staring blankly at the glowing green charts detailing her own biological metrics. Kael, Silas, Caspian, and Lucian flanked her, their expressions united in stern, uncompromising solidarity.
"The systemic data is undeniable," Ignis announced, his metallic voice carrying a rare tone of strict reprimand. "Since the signing of the Sunreach Accords twelve planetary cycles ago, you have successfully managed the mortal transition, secured the perimeter, and raised three ascendant heirs. However, you have logged exactly zero days of uninterrupted biological recovery."
"I sleep, Ignis," Valeria argued, rubbing her temples. "I rested on Tuesday."
