SINCE AZIOLITH THE dragon woke up, I didn’t feel comfortable staying in his cavern. I was fine staying there when he was asleep for two years—he actually needed me to make sure he wasn’t dead then—but when he woke up it felt like I was cramping his style. I still visited him often, but I decided to stay back at my mother’s house in Chandler.
Chandler hadn’t been the same since I closed its portal to Hell almost a decade ago, but my little block, the one where my mother used to live, was thriving. That’s mostly because Aziolith let me keep using his treasure in any way I saw fit, and I decided to use a teeny, tiny fraction of it to pay off the debt of everybody on Mama’s old street.
I didn’t think that I would want to come back to Chandler after Mama’s death, but the more time passed afte
