Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four
High above the broken terrain of the fortress, the clouds darkened—not from weather, but from the thick aura of wrath slowly pulsing off one of Crow's most dangerous allies.
Sylvanna, Primordial Goddess of Nature, stood silently atop a twisted tree that had grown from her own magic. Her hands were folded, but the air around her shimmered with emerald energy that hissed and snapped like coiled serpents.
She watched from afar as Liana continued to cling to Crow, all smiles and teasing glances.
Her expression? Calm.
Her thoughts? Absolutely murderous.
"She thinks just because she was summoned first, she owns him…" Sylvanna thought, eyes narrowing.
The vines wrapped around her arms twitched involuntarily. Her fingers tapped against her thigh as she went over various outcomes.
Option One: Entangle Liana in a vine maze for three days.
Option Two: Use Nature's Embrace to lock her in an evolving plant cocoon. Comfortable, but silent.
Option Three: Push her into an unstable portal to a realm where everything flirts with you until your ego breaks.
All very tempting.
But she didn't act—yet.
Instead, she whispered, "Two can play the seduction game…"
Down below, Liana's ears twitched. She felt it—that gaze, like a blade resting on her neck.
She turned slowly and locked eyes with Sylvanna.
Sylvanna smiled.
Liana's teasing grin faltered for a heartbeat.
Crow didn't notice. He was reviewing the next wave report, blissfully unaware that he was standing between a Primordial-level war for affection.
For now.
But one thing was certain—if Liana wanted kisses… Sylvanna would demand far more.