Chapter One Hundred and Eight
The battlefield shimmered with fading echoes of Liana's overwhelming power. The very fabric of space had been folded, reality rewritten, and time gently pushed aside — all under her quiet command. The enemies that once threatened the hidden world were gone, as if they never existed.
Crow turned toward her, intending to offer his thanks.
But before he could speak, Liana stepped close—too close. Her breath was warm, her gaze shimmering with mischief and something far older, far deeper.
"You really think a simple head pat and kiss on the forehead were enough?" she whispered, voice laced with celestial allure.
Crow blinked, but she didn't wait for a response.
She leaned in and kissed him, gently at first — then with slow, deliberate boldness. It wasn't just surprise that flashed across Crow's face, but the unmistakable awareness that this Primordial Goddess was not acting on a whim.
Her fingers curled into his shirt as she pulled away, her lips still close to his, voice low:
"I've been waiting... for countless eras. You're mine now."
Crow, caught off guard but composed as ever, narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You don't seem like the patient type."
Liana smiled, the kind of smile that could end empires or ignite stars.
"Only for you."
Around them, divine units pretended not to notice—but jealousy shimmered faintly in the air. The war had paused, but something far more dangerous had begun.
And Crow? He was just realizing… even gods had hearts that could fall.