As all these events unfolded, time slowly passed.
Seconds blurred into minutes… hours… and before long, a few days had slipped by.
Where Ulric lay in the crater, an entirely different scene had formed. The area within a thousand meters had become restricted, with several Greyson elders standing guard, waiting for him to emerge.
Even then, figures came occasionally to check on him.
This day, Amber approached. She crouched at the edge of the crater, staring down at the figure lying within. Her fingers clenched tightly as the events of the past few days played repeatedly through her mind.
All those who had survived the war were now working to rebuild House Greyson, pushing it to far greater heights than before. Thanks to the continuous stream of resources flowing in from all the clans now under their banner.
