[ Dragon Empire ]
Inside the newly restored castle of the Dragon Empire, grandeur dripped from every stone. Towering pillars twisted into dragon shapes stretched skyward.
Ruby eyes glinted from the dragons' heads, casting soft light across the opulent halls.
The floor was a swirling dance of jade and obsidian, mimicking dragon scales underfoot.
It was like walking in a timeless lair—a palace carved by dragons, for dragons.
Chronos and the ancient clan leaders moved in a solemn procession toward the throne room.
Each step echoed through the corridors, their faces a blend of awe and solemnity.
The leaders wore robes with intricate patterns, their eyes sharp, calculating.
Aion's eyes shifted to Chronos as they walked, feeling an awkward tightness in his chest.
He hadn't seen his son since the day he was born;
How does one broach years of absence in mere seconds?
