Two days later,
Orion stood in the air with two children in his hands. Anara, Saria, Dariya and Malaia beside him.
He looked down at the magnificent buildings, small and large, with distinct architectural designs that complemented one another. At the centre stood one towering building stretching high into the sky, surrounded by a sprawling metropolis on the land once occupied by Vylkr vines.
This city was built by the combined efforts of each race from Paradise and a few from the Runaway Cities. Its architecture was both beautiful and complex, reflecting their collaboration.
This was Paradise's first city on the land they had reclaimed from the Vylkr vines.
"Wow! It's so cool!" Grace exclaimed, her large round eyes gazing at the city below. "Isn't it beautiful, Nash?" she added, turning her head to the side to look at the boy in Orion's arms, who looked nearly a year old.
Nash was Ayla's son, the family's firstborn son and fourth child.
