The gate opened onto floating islands.
Owen was met with the familiar sight of massive chunks of stone suspended in mid-air. Crystalline structures rose from the islands' surfaces, glowing faintly beneath the daylight. Gardens spiraled across terraces. Bridges of pure energy connected the floating masses.
Drak'thar.
"You're home, Dragon, you're home..." Gorvax said quietly beside him.
Owen was still trapped in his hybrid form — jagged scales, wrong-colored eyes, Architect essence bleeding from his body as streams of golden light. He was damaged. Unstable. Running on fumes of CE and draconic bloodline power.
Below the nearest island, figures emerged.
They moved fast.
Yuki was in front, her dark eyes wide with recognition and shock. One hand rested protectively against her swollen belly, and Owen felt the realization hit him like a physical strike.
She had been pregnant when he left.
Yuki had carried his child alone for almost a year while he fought through Prison World.
