The halls of the Imperial Palace, once echoing with the cold, calculated directives of a thousand-year war preparation, had softened into a sanctuary of warmth. The transition from a military fortress to a family home was spearheaded by the presence of Caelum, the child who had spent a millennium gestating in the laws of the universe.
To the citizens of Eternia, he was a living myth. To Aegis and Bella, he was a miracle that required protection not just from enemies, but from the crushing weight of his own destiny.
Aegis sat on the plush carpets of the private living quarters, his God-Killer Trident leaned against a corner like a discarded toy.
He was currently occupied with a much more complex task than moving planets. He was trying to stack wooden blocks infused with gravity-stabilizing mana for a toddler who could already see the atomic structure of the wood.
