Chapter One Hundred and Fifty
The air around Crow shimmered with divine tension.
Valeria—the Flame of Eternity—grinned as she wrapped one arm around Crow's left. "You summoned me, Sovereign. It's only natural I stay close."
On the other side, Elyndra, the newly acquired Primordial Worldweaver, floated inches above the ground, her cosmic hair flowing like nebulae. Without a word, she laced her fingers gently through Crow's right hand and rested her head against his shoulder.
Sylvanna's emerald eyes twitched as her elven ears subtly bristled. You've got to be joking…
Liana narrowed her gaze, pulling her cloak tighter as she stalked closer, her presence giving off a low heat of warning. "You're being awfully bold for someone just summoned…"
Lyravex, hovering slightly behind them all, gave a soft sigh—but her glare was razor sharp, her staff trembling in her grasp. I've been here since the beginning…
Crow raised a brow at the silent war unfolding around him. He could almost feel the temperature fluctuating from divine jealousy to primordial irritation.
"I see… I've unintentionally summoned the apocalypse of affection."
Valeria smirked. "Then consider me your firestarter."
Elyndra's calm voice echoed in his mind. Let them try. I've seen stars collapse for less.
He sighed, stuck between flame, cosmos, and fury—and absolutely no regrets.