Two months had passed since the battle. Hope's tongue turned sour as she realized she had unwittingly counted time beginning with that sad occurrence rather than their wedding. Everything appeared to be different now. She wanted to believe that everything had changed for the better, but that would have been just Hope deluding herself.
Without Typhoon Draconian and the Grand Auspex, the responsibility of leadership fell more heavily on Terix and Drake than ever before. The king and queen had returned to the Golden Draconian Palace, and work on the rebuilding had begun.
The majority of the palace had collapsed, and even more portions were severely damaged. Even the ancient metropolis of Giza was almost razed to the ground. The wind ripped the roof off the homes and smashed the stalls apart. The rubble was lifted and hurled, shattering windows and killing people.
