The straight-line distance from the Marshfolk swamps to Otheryon City was only a little over thirty kilometers, so Danyla and her party finished laying Dragonstone Avenue in just three days.
Much of this was thanks to Myracis's sudden growth, which allowed her to tear apart and crush the rocky hills along the route with ease.
Her dragonfire now burned at a terrifying temperature, too. A single breath could melt the sand, stone, and earth along the route directly into lava.
Once it cooled naturally, it immediately formed the broad, smooth, sturdy Dragonstone Avenue.
Danyla and her son's conspicuous construction of Dragonstone Avenue soon drew the attention of the various powers of Crackclaw Point.
Within a few days of their arrival in Otheryon City, representatives of almost every power on Crackclaw Point had gathered there.
In fact, once the main construction work on Otheryon City was completed, quite a few factions had already established trade routes to the city to curry favor with Danyla and Daemon.
Many had even paid high prices for plots within the city and set up businesses. They believed that the fief of Danyla's child was bound to prosper, and they could not afford to miss another such opportunity.
The first rays of morning sunlight pierced the dense pine forests of Crackclaw Point, casting dappled light and shadow across the newly laid Dragonstone Avenue around Otheryon City.
The road, forged with dragonfire, glimmered dark red in the morning light, as though it still radiated lingering warmth. On the walls, banners embroidered with a red three-headed dragon on a black field stirred gently in the breeze.
"Your Majesty, Prince Oserion, the lords requesting an audience today have arrived."
Outside the council chamber in Otheryon City's Main Keep, Oserion's captain of the guards delivered his report respectfully.
Inside, Danyla