Within the ocean, 30 miles from the Littorial Kingdom—a once-prosperous island nation now reduced to ruin—several fleets of ships sailed through the waves.
These vessels, clearly marked with the insignias of the Royal family from one of the three great empires, moved steadily across the sea.
Leading them was a grand flagship, followed closely by six others, arranged with three on each side.
On the deck of the lead ship, soldiers in imperial armor stood watch, occupying almost every corner.
A woman stood at the edge of the deck, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon—the same direction they had fled from the night before after witnessing something that still defied belief.
"Has the Littorial Kingdom really fallen so quickly?" Princess Asperia murmured, her eyes reflecting disbelief as she looked toward the endless ocean and a small dot-like kingdom from this far away.
Her thoughts lingered on the kingdom built by the lizardmen, a race known for their earth magic—now reduced to ashes after last night's events.
Asperia, the fifth princess of the empire, had been sent to the Littorial Kingdom by her maternal family in hopes of forging an alliance with the lizardmen to bolster her position.
But upon arriving, what she saw was chaos—strange humans of unknown origin emerging from portals in the sky, metallic demons soaring above, and sword-wielding men flying from the opposite side, all converging on the kingdom.
At first, it seemed the lizardmen were simply defending their land from invaders.
But after managing to bring down a few of the flying enemies and metallic beasts, the situation escalated—hundreds more poured out of the dimensional rifts.
The kingdom was engulfed in a fiery battleground.
She had no choice but to flee with her guards, their only mission now being her safety.
But even with the vital information she now held, she knew she had lost the support she was sent to gain.
The journey had ended in failure.
"Princess, breakfast is ready. Please, eat something," a maid said softly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Clutching the hem of her dress with trembling hands, she bowed before the princess, not shaken by the events of the previous night but by the thing she had just seen a moment ago.
"But…" Princess Asperia hesitated, her eyes drifting toward a man clad in black armor from head to toe standing in the distance—her uncle, Aphastius Gromwold.
Tasked by her mother with overseeing this mission, he was the current head of the powerful Gromwold family, one of the strongest duke families in the Excovian Empire.
She faltered, knowing her uncle hadn't eaten either.
"Go, Princess. I will join you later," Aphastius said calmly, without turning. He knew she was watching him.
Knowing how concerned she could be when it came to family, his voice was meant to reassure her.
His narrowed gaze remained fixed on the distant kingdom, scanning the air above it with uncanny clarity despite the 30-mile distance.
He couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.
From what he could see, both factions—the sword-fighters wielding strange energy and the ones controlling metallic monsters—were now retreating, consolidating at nearby locations where on either side their portals appeared.
The lizardmen had already been nearly eradicated.
Even from this distance, it was clear: the Littorial Kingdom had become the battleground of two unknown human powers, previously unseen in the world of Terra.
"I understand, Uncle," Asperia replied, bowing formally before turning and following the maid.
She knew her uncle, a commander of the Imperial Guard and a warrior at the third form of the Sword God, had remained in a defensive stance throughout the entire battle.
For a man capable of splitting mountains and rivers, to prioritize escape over battle made the severity of the situation undeniable.
He had chosen to evacuate her rather than fight, even though he had killed many of those flying warriors and brought down fire-spewing metal dragons.
His message was clear: this battle was far greater than anyone could understand—it needed to be reported to the Emperor before it was too late.
Two unknown superpowers had emerged.
The lizardmen were crushed, and likely, new kingdoms would soon rise from the ruins.
Asperia knew no one would believe them—about the strength of those entities, or the scale of destruction.
Still, they had to try.
Even though the Littorial Kingdom had been among the weakest, underestimating such enemies could be the Empire's greatest mistake.
As a princess, she couldn't forget her duty to protect her Empire.
'Wait… shouldn't that strange man have awakened by now?' Asperia suddenly halted, turning toward a nearby door—behind which they had placed a man who'd emerged from an egg and was attacked by those mysterious humans.
It had been strange to see a grown man come out of an egg—but not nearly as strange as two new human races with stranger powers emerging.
Prompted by instinct, she reached for the door.
'!'
"W-wait! Princess!" the maid called out, her hand reaching forward in alarm to stop Asperia. She had already seen what was inside and knew that the sight could disturb even the strongest minds.
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The door creaked open.
Asperia stepped inside with poise, the long folds of her silk dress whispering across the wooden floor. She held the hem delicately in both hands and lowered into a graceful, practiced bow—the kind drilled into her since childhood.
"Greetings," she said with a warm, courtly smile, eyes still respectfully lowered. "I am Princess Asperia of House Gromwold, envoy of the Excovian Empire. I bid you peace and—"
Spurt
A splash of thick, white creamy fluid hit her square on the cheek. Another strand trailed across her brow. A final drop rolled down her upper lip and settled at the corner of her mouth.
Warm.
Sticky.
Her voice cut off.
Silence.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking.
She was still bent in greeting posture, but her gaze now lifted… and locked straight ahead.
The first thing she saw was the floor, and then she lifted her gaze directly to meet the yellow gaze of a man with long black hair and a clearly blank look on his face.
Tanned, slick with sweat. Muscles—lean and corded—rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Her eyes drifted lower, tracing his abdomen, then lower still.
He stood completely naked.
His cock—thick, veined, fully erect and throbbing—was still in his grip, double the fist's length, with the head glistening in pink yet to be covered by another half fist length.
He was breathing like a man who'd just finished a workout… or something worse.
He met her gaze.
Still holding it.
A single drop of white fluid clung to the tip.
Her entire body locked up.
Her brain finally caught up.
She hadn't walked into a recovery room.
She had walked straight into the middle of this man's cumshot.
Then—
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She shrieked so loudly, the air itself seemed to recoil.