Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-One
Crow waved his hand, a ripple of dark light extending outward as a swirling gate to his pocket dimension opened.
"Lyravex, Zephyra, Kaela, Orlina—everyone else. Return for now. I need this place quiet."
The heroes gave respectful nods, some reluctant but obedient. Lyravex lingered for a heartbeat longer, giving Crow a final glance filled with unspoken words before stepping through the gate.
As the rift closed behind them, silence reigned.
Three presences remained.
Elyndra floated gracefully near the crystalline tree she had created earlier—its branches glowing with stardust and threads of fate.
Sylvanna, ever watchful, stood by Crow's side, arms crossed and emerald eyes flicking between the other two with veiled hostility.
Liana leaned lazily against a marble column, her expression unreadable, but the sly curve of her lips revealed more than words ever could.
And then there was Xar'Zenth—the colossal dragon coiled within the mountains nearby. Its breathing slow, its body pulsing with power beyond imagination. Even in slumber, the world seemed to bend around it.
Crow took a breath and glanced at the three primordial god-rank women. "You're not planning to leave, are you?"
"No," Sylvanna answered flatly.
"I'd rather be where the action—and you—are," Liana added with a wink.
Elyndra merely smiled. The weave brought us here for a reason. I will not stray.
Crow let out a half-chuckle and sat down on a polished stone bench beneath Xar'Zenth's shadow.
"Then I suppose I should prepare. This peace won't last long."
And deep in the earth, Xar'Zenth stirred, a single eye cracking open—watchful, ancient, and mildly irritated at the noise.