The worst feeling in the world was seeing your loved ones grow old. Even worse was knowing that while they wrinkle, you remained the same.
Sylvester didn't do anything but build the massive tomb castle and spend time with Xavia and his friends. Spending time teaching his adopted daughters. Helping Ella with her science projects, helping Xylena train her reality-altering, dimension-manipulating powers.
He gave a little extra attention to Xylena. She needed it. She saved him from that infinite void. Her powers could change the world. But they were also utterly dangerous, for Sol wasn't the only habitable planet in all of existence.
There were others out there that Sylvester was aware of. Worlds far more ruthless, advanced, and powerful than Sol.
