Vahn absorbed the incredible, destabilizing truth: he was the product of a forbidden ritual, a celestial/demonic hybrid, and a ticking time bomb carrying the essence of the Void Dragon God.
Yet, his Eye of Heavenly Dao confirmed his inner observation: "There's still enough time till he turns 18," Vahn stated, his voice now regaining its Kingly authority. He needed facts, not panic. "Give me some time to think this over."
Vaylin wasn't offended by the delay. Her predatory smirk softened into a wry, patient look. "Very well. It took me decades of travel to locate you, little brother. A few days won't hurt. I will stay with you till then."
Vahn initiated the Temporal Void Gate, ready to return home. Vaylin followed him through the rift.
As they traveled back through the skies of the Southern Continent, Vaylin floated beside him, examining the chaotic, primitive landscape with detached curiosity.
