When Eran finally reached his chamber, he let out a quiet sigh, shutting the door behind him before letting his weight drop onto the bed.
For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, the faintest grin curling across his lips.
His thoughts drifted back to the image of Miyu, flushed and trembling, yet still carrying that same noble pride even when stripped bare before him.
The thought of her face burning crimson, tear-streaked, whispering You've me — replayed in his mind until his chest warmed.
Eran chuckled low under his breath, dragging a hand over his face.
"So this what it feels like to finally break a pride ," he murmured to himself, in an amused state.
His system interface still lingered faintly in the corner of his vision, glowing with his new rank and title.
Eran glanced at it once more, back to the glowing words that burned across his vision;
VEIL OF MURMUR
