Ten years later…
A man sat leisurely on a mountaintop, enjoying the breathtaking scenery all around him.
Clouds drifted beneath his feet, parting occasionally to reveal a vast forest stretching toward the horizon. A river wound between the mountains, its waters flashing gold beneath the afternoon sun. Farther away, enormous beasts moved through the trees, their calls carrying faintly on the wind.
The man lifted a cup to his lips. His golden crimson eyes observing everything silently.
Behind him, a group of children was playing.
Their laughter carried across the mountaintop, occasionally interrupted by a shout of protest whenever someone decided the rules no longer suited them.
"That doesn't count! You used your wings!"
"You used roots!"
"Roots aren't flying!"
Damon took another sip of tea.
