After about an hour of letting Sylvie and Kaelthyr both scour through the Draugr's castle, Ash finally opened his eyes. He had spent time watching the Primavus creatures—he wanted to see how they would be up close before he left.
In just one hour they had evolved far beyond mindless beasts.
The pure white creatures—each bearing Primavus traits like wings, fangs, pointy ears, and absurd beauty—had already begun organizing. Groups with similar features clustered naturally: winged scouts formed aerial tribes, fanged warriors gathered into ground packs, pointy-eared ones with sharper senses created scouting clans.
They marked territories with glowing rose-pink runes carved into stone and earth, boundaries shimmering with faint protective auras. Some ventured out—small teams exploring the Lower Abyss, mapping the new land.
