Three weeks after the birth of the quadruplets, the main den had officially transformed into something far more dangerous than a Class-4 infection zone.
The four apex lords—males who could level mountain ranges and command armies without breaking a sweat—were living in a state of perpetual, wide-eyed exhaustion. The new infants did not develop like ordinary human babies. Within days, their sight was crystal clear, their instincts were razor-sharp, and their minds were terrifyingly devious.
Zariyah, being the eldest, had long established her undisputed supremacy over the nursery. Sitting on her plush cushion like a miniature empress, her tiny black dragon wings flared whenever her new siblings grew too rowdy, instantly silencing the cavern with a single squeak.
