The Wheel

Despite no immediate effect, I noticed a fresh surge of alertness. Drevolan offered a grateful smile. "Thank you, Viktor."

"I should have suggested it earlier."

"I should have remembered, boss. It's my responsibility. My apologies."

"We're all tired. Would you like another leaf?"

"No, thank you. I'll manage."

Our attention was drawn to a distant, large rectangle on our right. As we approached, the form morphed into a massive wall standing about forty feet high and spanning sixty feet across. A large circular structure was embedded on its facade. My heartbeat raced as we drew closer.

Before long, we found ourselves standing in front of the Cycle of the Imperion Empire.

*****

The following day, Vernon headed straight to his Mistress's residence from the Imperial Palace in a carriage. Accompanied by a Dragonlord inside the carriage, another next to the driver, and a third on horseback escorting the carriage, with Opal soaring above—an arrangement not part of the plan.