Three Weeks Later.
The concept of time in the Beast World was fluid, but biology didn't lie. And Beast biology was terrifyingly fast.
It had only been a few weeks since the birth, but baby Drax was in full swing.
It's no wonder the baby grew so fast in her belly instead of taking 9 months.
Roxy sat on the dais in the Hall of the Peaks, watching the chaos unfold below. The once-silent, gloomy cavern was now a riot of noise.
"Drax! Put that down! That is not food, that is a spear!"
[The gods laugh at baby drax]
Roxy felt an ache in her head building.
Drax, who now looked less like a newborn and more like a human toddler on steroids, was currently dragging a spear twice his size across the stone floor. He stumbled, his little tail whipping for balance, and let out a frustrated roar that sounded more like a baby wail.
He was growing at a rate that defied physics. He could crawl already.
