Shoulders, chest, waist, hips, thighs... His physique was the very definition of the golden ratio.
Broad shoulders, shark muscles, a greyhound waist, mermaid lines... All the body traits men dream of, he possessed in perfection.
His body was pure and flawless. Even the most minuscule pathogenic factors in his bloodline had been thoroughly eradicated. He even emitted a faint, subtle fragrance.
It was likely that not many men like Byron, with such perfect physiques, could be found in the entire world, let alone among the degenerated and mutated Ancient God's Chosen Races.
SLURP.
GULP.
The young men and women around had long given up on their nuptial trials and rushed out to watch the battle. At the thrilling sight, many noblewomen swallowed their saliva so loudly it became a chorus.
The way the men had looked at the Succubus Princess was now how the women looked at Byron, also a Night Demon.
