With Sephiroth's last words Vulan also slept.

The next morning would indicate little of what the day would bring save that the dragons had seemed to have have a growth spurt overnight. The were now roughly 2 meters from nose to tail tip.

Sasha was lazing around in her tent recovering from the previous day.

Azurael had been up since the early hours of the morning and was currently teaching her platoon more wing exercises. She noted that there were a lot less feathers being lost, although she figured that was mostly because there was not many more feathers that could be lost. She had to stifle a laugh and pretend to have a coughing fit as she imagined what an Angel would look like without feathers.