Rise of the White Dragon

Above the tumultuous ground of the Labyrinth of Disorder, a drone hovered, capturing every movement below. Its electronic eyes missed no detail, from the frenzied creatures being sucked in to the subtleties of transformations happening within that intricate structure.

For Luan, documenting every moment was crucial. It was more than just preserving a historical event; it was a potent tool for communication and future negotiations.

He recognized that to get other countries on board with his groundbreaking idea, he would need tangible proof of its efficacy.

Having his grandfather, Saulo's acceptance was already a good start, but the battle was far from over. To officially implement the Labyrinth in his own country, bureaucratic hurdles still lay ahead - like winning over the assembly.

Yet, Luan's confidence was unshakable. Even if there were debates or hesitations from the legislators, he had an ace up his sleeve.

With the capability to deploy a Labyrinth of Disorder in every nation, he had an offer few could refuse, especially when faced with visual evidence of its success.

Upon his return from the installation of the second labyrinth, there was no time to waste. Luan immediately set to work, determined to expand his labyrinth network.

It was a game of patience and strategy, and he was wholly engrossed in it. Even as the wheels of bureaucracy turned slowly, Luan was always a step ahead, anticipating and preparing for the next move.

Ingrid, determination in her eyes, offered, "I'll help you, Luan." Their eyes met, conveying solidarity and support.

A heartfelt smile spread across Luan's face, touched by his wife's willingness. "It's not too complicated, but it would be great if you could hand me the tools and components," he suggested, outlining his expectations.

Without hesitation, Ingrid nodded in agreement. "Understood!"

The scene in Luan's workshop was bustling. Tables scattered with tools, blueprints, and prototypes, highlighting the onset of producing a new set of devices intended for forming the Labyrinths of Disorder.

The couple's synergy was apparent. Working together, they optimized the process. Luan, with his prior experience, directed the construction confidently, while Ingrid, with her dedication and agility, ensured everything was within arm's reach.

In less than half a day, amidst gentle conversations and laughter, the base structure of the first Labyrinth of Disorder was ready.

Ingrid, pride shining in her eyes, praised, "Incredible work, husband!" Her voice echoed genuine admiration.

Luan, as he observed the fruit of their labor, mused, "Thank you, but I still wish to optimize the process and enhance efficiency."

The weight of responsibility bore down on his shoulders. Every passing moment, lives were at stake. And while Luan didn't see himself as a savior, he was determined to make a difference wherever he could. As for potential rewards or recognition, that would be considered later, with due diligence.

A month flew by in the blink of an eye...

After long hours of dedication, Luan finalized the production of the Labyrinths of Disorder. The number he achieved was staggering: a total of 200 Labyrinths, a feat only made possible with the assistance of his clone, who had returned from the tower.

Throughout the process, Ingrid proved to be an unwavering companion. Even though she couldn't replicate the intricacies of Luan's work, she acquired a basic understanding of the procedure, making herself indispensable by delivering the needed materials at just the right moment.

With their mission accomplished, Luan and Ingrid left the workshop, seeking a moment of rest and connection. On the other hand, Luan's clone resumed his journey, heading back to the tower, accompanied by Nora.

Under the splendor of the midday sun, Luan and Ingrid walked side by side, their shadows merging in a rhythmic cadence.

With his slightly messy white hair, a bit spiky, Luan emanated a rebellious aura. The fringe, a tad longer, almost concealed the corner of his left eye and brushed the top of his right red eye, giving him an enigmatic look.

Beside him, Ingrid dazzled with her long blonde hair that cascaded down, reflecting the golden rays of the sun. Her green eyes sparkled with vivacity, and her slender figure stood out, making her appear even more magnificent.

As they approached the entrance to the mansion, Ingrid, with a soft yawn, confessed, "I'm a bit drowsy."

Luan looked at her with a mix of concern and affection. "Understandable, you barely slept these past days," he said, his voice tinged with worry.

Ingrid gave him a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't feel guilty. I wanted to help, no one forced me. Besides," she winked playfully, "you've rewarded me in various ways, remember?"

Luan feigned a stern look, pointing at her accusingly, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed the jest. Memories of the closeness they shared flooded his mind, causing the fatigue to dissipate and giving way to a mix of desire and tenderness.

Emerging from the workshop, the couple was greeted by the slightly amused voice of Maira. "Finally decided to grace us with your presence!", she exclaimed playfully.

"Mother-in-law, at least for now, we've finished our work," Ingrid replied, shooting a cheeky smile and winking at Maira conspiratorially.

Maira made a mock disapproving gesture. Her relationship with Ingrid had strengthened since her marriage to Luan. Even with the hustle and bustle of recent days, where their interactions were mainly limited to meals, the bond between them only grew. At times, the young couple would miss meals, engrossed in their tasks, but the interactions between Maira and Ingrid were enough to create a close bond.

With a dramatic but affectionate sigh, Maira looked at the two. "Honestly, you've both been pushing yourselves too hard. I know times are tough, but before anything else, go freshen up, eat something, and rest. Tomorrow is a new day to address whatever is necessary."

Luan gave his mother a grateful look. "You're right, Mom. We'll do that." And with a protective gesture, he placed his arm around Ingrid's waist, guiding her tenderly.

The two ascended the stairs towards the second floor, as Maira watched, a serene and maternal smile plastered on her face.