Six months passed, and Ananta Regalon grew into something the layer could no longer ignore.
The first and largest change was the one nobody outside the family could see. The original batch, the ones who had crossed the warfare event and killed a Doom Monarch, spent those six months in the quiet beneath the Virion Iridant Tree, training in the mental space it granted, ripening the fruits that taught them their own power. And one by one, they finished what they had been building since the first layer. Five decks each, complete at last. The full set. Where before they had fought with three or four, now they fought with all five, and the difference was not small. It was the difference between a strong kingdom and a dangerous one.
What those final decks could do, the layer would learn soon enough, when the kingdom had reason to show it. For now it was enough that the strength was there, quiet and finished, waiting.
