Three more days passed.
The capital of Avaloria — Imperius City — after the disaster it had endured, had begun to recover slowly but steadily under the direct orders of King Edward.
Houses were being rebuilt, government facilities restored, and the once-broken streets reinforced even stronger than before.
The central government, directly under the royal family's command, bore the brunt of responsibility for this restoration.
Meanwhile, far to the north in the territory ruled by the Crestvales, their grand estate in Gandiore stood tall.
The Crestvale Manor, second only to the royal palace itself, was now under stricter security than ever in light of the recent incidents.
Inside one of its many chambers, a young silver-haired figure lay upon a grand bed.
Dozens of intricate medical devices surrounded him, some humming softly, others beeping steadily in rhythm with his vitals.
Mana-infused tubes and crystalline monitors pulsed faintly as they tracked his condition.
