Time moved.
Not because it had to
but because Kael allowed it.Ten years passed across the multiverse.
Civilizations rose and stabilized.
Gods adjusted their behavior.
The Universe Tree grew new branches stronger, calmer, more ordered.
And at the Roots…
Lyra Veyris turned ten years old.Kael sat at the Roots, sipping tea.
Lyra stood beside him, hands behind her back.
You've grown Kael said calmly.
Lyra nodded.
I understand more now. Power isn't loud. Control doesn't rush.
Kael inclined his head slightly.
Correct.
Aurelys watched proudly from nearby, wings folded.
She's more disciplined than most gods already.
Nyx floated above, arms crossed.
She's ten and already terrifying. I love it.Kael gestured.
Time froze across a thousand layered realities.
Undo it he said.
Lyra closed her eyes.
Time resumed.
perfectly aligned, no paradox, no residue.
Not even Kael's tea cooled.
Kael took a sip.
Acceptable.
Lyra smiled faintly.Ten years had passed.
Lyra Veyris was no longer just potential.
She was controlled inevitability in human-dragon form.
Kael remained at the Roots.
Silent.
Patient.
Unmoved.
And the multiverse understood:
The Root had an heir.
And she was growing beautifully.