Minutes ago...
Eira had still been trying to decide what exactly had happened to her Master while she slept, because whatever had returned from the Primordial Frozen Zone wearing Phei Ryujin Tiamat's face was undeniably still Phei, still her shameless Dragon and the idiot capable of spending several minutes seriously defending the existence of a universal post-sleep sit; yet there were things inside him now that had never existed before.
His power was the easiest change to notice, something monstrously deeper wrapped beneath the calm surface of his body, but Eira had known Phei far too long to mistake cultivation for the only difference.
The peculiar innocence that had always survived beneath even his worst decisions had been scorched away somewhere inside that frozen hell.
