Meanwhile, the village with no name but a dragon leader, once nothing but a clearing in the heart of the great forest, was now a living, breathing miracle.
One and a half months had passed since Kael's quiet declaration in that sun-kissed backyard, and the world around him had reshaped itself in ways no one could have foreseen.
The village that had once been a humble cluster of fine houses but uneven fences had now turned into a thriving fortress-hamlet.
Great walls of intertwined timber and stone encircled it—natural yet formidable—rising high enough to block the view of the inner homes. Moss crept along the seams, and pale green runes glowed faintly along the walls' edges at night, forming barriers that pulsed like living veins.
Inside, the air buzzed with life.
