Jack stood on the rooftop of Dragon Tower the following morning, the city of Harmonfield stretching beneath him like a living blueprint. The sunrise painted the skyline in gold, but his focus wasn’t the view—it was the network beneath it. His network.
The city had changed. Not just in character or culture, but in structure. Every major system—from railways to the data grids, energy pipelines to the agricultural supply chains—had his fingerprints. Dragon Transit now moved seventy percent of Draconia’s public and private cargo. Dragon Grid powered entire sectors of the country. Even DragonWave, the communications firm he quietly acquired months earlier, had rolled out faster, cheaper internet access across rural districts.
And none of it would function the way it did without Emily Wilson.
