The grand hall had become a smoldering ruin—pillars cracked, curtains ablaze, the air thick with ash and embers.
Around them, fire licked upward in jagged tongues, casting monstrous shadows across the scorched stone. But in the heart of that chaos… there was calm.
A radiant green light bloomed around their entwined bodies—a dome of soft, shimmering energy that pulsed with life. Her Healing Aura.
It kept the fire at bay, the smoke from choking them. But inside it, the heat lingered—sticky, sweat-laced, humid.
Her body trembled against his, naked skin beaded with warmth, catching the flickering green light in every curve and tremble.
Cruxius could barely think.
Not from pain—that had mostly faded, washed away by her power—but from her. The way she moved, clung, kissed… like something fragile inside her had shattered.
"Mnnhh… hic… y-you… you scared me… y-you scared me so much…!"
