Chapter 49: The Gathering of the Ducal Scions

With a single, quiet command, Aeon dismissed the assembled Nihilborn dragons. Without a single word, the massive Nihilborn army simultaneously dissolved into pools of liquid darkness, flowing rapidly across the marble crosswalks to sink straight back into his shadow.

Having successfully finalized his tasks within this hidden sub-dimension, Aeon gave a final, deeply respectful bow toward the silent stone monuments.

Turning his posture around, he marched purposefully straight back toward the swirling blue spatial portal Ordan had anchored.

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Two weeks later.

Aeon stood perfectly straight in the center of his residential suite, remaining motionless as his five personal maids carefully and flawlessly dressed his frame in a luxurious, deep dark-blue noble suit.

His long, cosmic-tipped white hair had been neatly gathered and securely tied back into a sleek ponytail using a polished, blue-silver high tech hair bun holder.