The day soon turned to night, and a single restless soul continued walking through the dark corridors of the fire clan castle.
Max could not sleep at all after what had happened. His mind refused to settle, dragging him through the same thoughts again and again, while the silence around him only made every question feel heavier.
Earlier that day, the fire dragons had transformed. Their bloodlines had risen in purity, reaching the same terrifying level as the ice dragons. The news of Agnia's pregnancy remained hidden, buried beneath strict silence, but nobody could ignore the fact that Max was somehow responsible for this impossible change.
Whispers began to spread among the wind and thunder dragons. At first, they were only quiet murmurs passed between small groups, but soon those murmurs grew heavier, turning into unrest, impatience, and demands for their family heads to speak with the king.
They wanted that same power.
