"Veyna, kill him!" Selvara shouted, her voice sharp, desperate.
But the beast only turned, staring back at her with a low, rumbling growl. Her massive head shook slowly, like she was denying her command.
Everyone froze.
Selvara stepped back, her shoulders trembling, eyes wet. "Why…? I thought you were my friend."
Veyna's gaze softened, and even in that monstrous face there was something sad, almost human.
Aiden's voice cut through the silence, calm as ever. "Selva… don't worry. You'll remember. Just wait for me."
Her cheeks flared red. "Huh? Selva... D-don't call me that! I am not your lover!"
Aiden just smiled.
Then—he turned toward Serica.
"You can fly, right?"
""Eh? Yeah, why—"
Before she could finish, Aiden was already infront of her. In one smooth move, his lips pressed against hers.
"Wha—?!" Serica's eyes went huge, her whip nearly dropping from her hand.
The other generals just stared.
