Fay now had more responsibilities than he could keep track of. He didn't know the first thing about being a king or what ruling even meant. So, naturally, he left it all to Mirage.
The summoned dragon sat lazily on the golden throne, gnawing on aether cores whenever she got hungry, completely unbothered by politics or formality.
Meanwhile, Fay wandered through what remained of the city, surveying the damage left behind.
The once-proud wall lay in ruins far beyond any simple repair. The streets were filled with the displaced: villagers with no homes to return to, and demi-humans who still resented the hums but worked tirelessly to clean the city and keep their new "queen" pleased.
Fay had made it clear that Mirage had no intention of eating any more humans or demi-humans.
She was full. Still, that didn't stop people from offering her food or trying to earn her favor at every turn.
