The heavy iron gates of the tower glided open silently as Rose and Zara approached.
Behind them, Melida and Mr. Harrow followed with hesitant steps.
They had all felt the golden shockwave that had recently rocked the world.
They took the lift to the 20th floor.
When the doors opened, they did not find a cold laboratory or a dark forge.
Instead, they stepped into a spacious, elegant hall.
Soft light glowed from the walls, and in the center stood a long table laden with exotic fruits, steaming dishes, and crystal decanters filled with shimmering juices.
Ethan, or rather, the Omega Clone, stood by the window.
His silhouette was framed by the starlit sky of the Dragon World.
He turned, a warm, infectious smile on his face.
Unlike the main body, this Ethan felt approachable, almost radiant with life.
"Please, join me," Ethan gestured toward the plush chairs.
"Thank you, sir," Zara said softly, her eyes wide as she took a seat.
