(Within Cult controlled planets, Ten Days After Nemo)
Ten days had passed since the victory on Nemo, yet across the planets flying the Cult's banner, it was still the only story people told, the only event worth repeating, the only triumph that cut through the haze of everyday struggle.
In the crowded markets of Vorthas, merchants leaned across their stalls to talk of it, their voices joyous and brimming with pride, as though they themselves had stood in the trenches beside the Dragon Army.
Children ran between the stalls shouting "I am the Dragon!" their small fists raised in imitation of Aegon Veyr, whose name had now become a chant not confined to soldiers but woven into the breath of the common folk.
