The Morningstar World was quite busy today despite being barely any different from how it had been almost ten years ago. If there was one notable difference to note, it would be that the Plane that formed the center of the budding Universe had become much more occupied.
Previously, only a small part of the area had been occupied by the Clan Elders of the Morningstar Clan which comprised of the former concubines of Draco who had been given official titles following Eva's reshuffling of the entire clan.
(AN: Best to read Chapter 1101 before continuing.)
The houses that they adopted had previously been scattered in a general area based on their natures and preferences. During those 10 years, the center point of the plane had been turned into a small town that was occupied by the 60 Clan Elders and their progeny, who numbered over a hundred and fifty.
These were the second-generation children of the Morningstar Clan and the future Branch Leaders. Naturally, they would have to establish themselves first, but seeing as the currently oldest among them was 14 years old and the youngest was only 6 this would still be some time off.
Currently, they were all enrolled in the Morningstar Academy in the town at the center of the Plane, which was led by those with the Grandmaster Rank in Teaching among the Goddess Descendant wives that Draco took in back then.
Every Goddess Descendant had been at the Master Rank in a Tradeskill 10 years ago and given the nourishment of various benefits of the Morningstar World, they were inches away from becoming True Gods of their Tradeskills.
On top of that, the human maids of the Rank 7 castle had also taken it upon themselves to learn Tradeskill using the resources provided them, painstakingly becoming Grandmaster after so long.
60 female Grandmasters in one realm, all with different Tradeskills, most of them fundamental. It was obvious that the unnamed town in which the Morningstar Clan had set up for itself in the center of the Plane did not need any outside interference to run.
It was monolithic in nature, fully capable of sustaining itself.
Farming? Animal Husbandry? Mining? Smithing? Alchemy? Brewing?
Medicine? Divination? Administration? Engineering (Civil, Mechanical, Chemical, Biological, etc)? Teaching? Fishing?
Hunting? Gathering? Woodworking? Tailoring? Gem Crafting?
All of it was present here. The Clan Elders handled most of the day-to-day affairs to ensure the town's sustenance while all the children had to do was frequent two places, the academy in the center of the town for elite education on topics selected by the Ancestor himself and the training grounds manned by another Clan Elder skilled in battle for combat training.
The rest of their time was spent living as normal children, playing with each other, getting into scraps and even visiting the outside world. Nobody stopped them from leaving as long as they asked for permission and handled themselves sensibly.
But with everything at their fingertips, why go out? Also, despite the free choice, they were dissuaded from going out until they reached the age of 15, which was considered as 'matured' according to the AI's standards for in-game children with players as parents.
This was when they would be granted their own character panels and inventories, able to gain experience to grow stronger like players and NPCs. Until then, if they didn't have special things like the bloodlines they possessed, they would be no different from normal children.
The children were right now undergoing various specialized training plans. Draco himself had taken the time to come up with an individual one for each of them based on their personalities and their talents. The Morningstar Clan would never make the mistake of doing standardized training for everyone, which would be inefficient and harmful to their growth.
Her sleek silvery scales gleamed in the light, and she lay lazily on the perch, her snout being nuzzled by two smaller dragonlings. One which was blue in color and another which was yellow, both of them male.
This was Chrona, the esoteric wife of Clarent who started out from a mere Wyrm that he nurtured into her current state. With her were Walsh and Briar, the sons of Clarent that he had fostered recently after confirming Chrona's heritage.
Near this Dragonperch was a small safari-like savannah area marked with a large rocky outcrop. In the grass-like area, a young lioness was prancing about happily, crashing into the ground and creating a ruckus while laughing in a sweet voice.
She had the typical golden brown coat of a lioness that was sleek, only that her tail was one of a scorpion stinger that was a blackish-green color, looking sinister despite her cute bearing.
Meanwhile, by the side was another lioness that was very similar to a manticore, with golden brown fur, black eyeshadow around her eyes and a scorpion stinger for a tail. She also had folded eagle wings on her back.
She was currently flipping through a book with a pair of glasses on her eyes, reading patiently despite the ruckus.
Atop the rocky outcrop was a humanoid female with pure golden skin. Her head was adorned with a black and yellow striped headdress, complete with a small cobra figure on top, carrying an Egyptian theme.
Her eyes were sleek while her irises glowed purple, framed by black eyeliner that extended slightly below her eyes. Her expression was stern and confident, with a slight frown and raised eyebrows as she looked down on everything.
She was dressed in a simple yet elegant white dress that reached just above her knees. The dress had a high collar and was sleeveless, allowing her soft and delicate arms to be visible.
Her tail was prominently displayed, featuring the same scorpion stinger, curving upward in a poised manner at she sat on the outcrop casually.
Sheera was in her human form while watching her two daughters enjoy themselves in their interests, a touch of a sweet smile appearing on her haughty face. She glanced into the distance and could almost see her husband and his idiot friend together, preparing to cause trouble again.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the Plane, just before the void, were two beings. One was a Red Dragon and the other was a Golden Divine Lion, both of them standing on their hind legs as they held walking sticks.
Their bodies were withered and decrepit, telling of great age. Their eyes were murky and full of clouds, while they possessed long white beards that covered their faces and almost reached the ground.
While wobbling, the two seemed to silently reminisce on their youthful lives past, now that they had descended into old age.
"It's time, isn't it, old friend?' A parched and tired voice sounded from the lion.
The dragon nodded weakly while wobbling shakily. "It is..."
Suddenly, energy exploded from the two as their forms returned to normal, their bodies full of power and life as the world trembled at their revival. They grabbed the beards on their faces and tore them off, displaying vicious grins full of rapacious evil.
10 years of waiting... 10 years of suppression...
Finally they were free once more!