One month passed.
It was not quiet in the conventional sense. There was constant activity in the Palace. Healers checking on Yuki's recovery. Solhart coordinating with the other human hunters who had arrived from Nexus Prime to help manage Drak'thar's integration with the wider world. The five hatchlings moving constantly, playing, learning, growing.
But it was quiet in the way that mattered. The Tribunal did not escalate. The Progenitors did not return. Pertamax remained distant. The cosmos held its breath.
Owen used the quiet to train.
He spent hours in the training chambers that the Tower of Royals had created, pushing his hybrid form to its limits. Testing the merged Sovereignties. Understanding the boundaries of what his body could do when Architect essence and draconic bloodline worked in concert.
