By the end of it all, the room looked like a battlefield of brilliance and exhaustion.
Fauna slumped face-down against the desk, her wings drooping like wilted petals. Mika leaned back in his chair with a long stretch that made his spine pop.
Even the owlfolk, who had worked in flawless coordination moments ago were now lazily shaking their heads and preening their ruffled feathers, their quills dangling loosely in their talons.
But—
In the center of the room stood more than a dozen neat boxes, each overflowing with finished documents—the finalized foundation of the new realm laws and regulations.
What would've taken teams of bureaucrats weeks to assemble had been finished in an hour.
The impossible was done.
Fauna blinked at the mountain of boxes in disbelief, then slowly smiled.
"We really did it." She said breathlessly. "We actually did it."
Mika chuckled, brushing his hair as he approached the owlfolk.
"Yeah." He said softly, pride lacing his tone. "We really did."
