Rebuilding began at dawn.
It wasn't only Drak'thar that needed it. It was everything. The hybrid zones that had been damaged in Kael'thar's attacks. The sanctuaries that had been "corrected." The connections that had been cut.
Lord stood at the center of the courtyard with his gold eyes fixed on the dimensional gates. Beings from every zone were moving through them. Volunteers, refugees, builders, healers. The gates had not stopped running since first light.
"We're going to need more supplies," Odessa said, appearing beside him with a data tablet in hand. "The western settlements are running low on food. The southern sanctuaries need medical supplies. And the new dragons need more space."
Lord nodded. "Coordinate with Keris. She has access to the Tribunal supply lines."
"Already done. But Valorin's followers still control the traditionalist zones. They're not letting anything through."
