One month after the accord renegotiation, Owen stood alone on the highest point of Drak'thar's central spire.
The view was extraordinary. Ten islands floated in the sky below him, each one developed and purposeful. The hatchery was producing new generations of dragons with increasing sophistication. The Tower of Royals continued its cycle of transformation. The Palace had become the administrative center of a genuine kingdom. The training grounds hosted juvenile dragons learning to control their affinities. The settlement areas held humans, hunters, and beings from across the cosmos who had chosen to live under Lord's emerging new order.
Drak'thar had become real in ways that Owen could never have anticipated five years earlier.
He thought about Prison World.
