For three long months, Vlad and Freya lived in peace and harmony.
They spent their days wandering across Terra—flying above vast oceans and mountain ranges, walking through bustling cities and quiet forests, visiting every corner of the world they had fought to protect. At night, they rested together beneath starlit skies, letting their hearts and souls recover from years of war.
It was a time of serenity—something neither had known in a long time. The feeling of peace washed through their bodies and spirits, cleansing them of the harshness, the exhaustion, and the trauma that had accumulated through endless conflict. Theirs was not an idle peace, but one that healed the wounds of existence itself, granting them the strength to keep rising when the time came again.
Yet all things, even peace, must end.
After a session of intimacy, both received a message—one that bore the unmistakable mark of Overlord.
