Veyra spoke, but there was something strange about her face—an ethereal blush spread across her features, and she looked away from Asher. That night, Asher accepted her, and they shared their first night together. She drank his blood and clung to his sword—craving more and more—until what began as a moment of passion turned into a full week of nights spent in each other's arms.
Valeris, this time, quietly allowed Veyra to enjoy Asher without interference. And now, Veyra is blooming like a beautiful flower as she speak of World Heart City.
Asher walked calmly beside her, scanning the horizon with ease. "Sounds like the perfect place for a fight."
Valeris chuckled under her breath. "You just want to test yourself against the so-called legends."
"I might," he said. "Depends on how arrogant they are."
"They are," Veyra said, half-laughing. "Some of them are ancient, others newly ascended. But all of them think they're gods."
"You'll fit right in," Valeris added dryly.
