Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Four
The atmosphere inside the castle turned dense with divine pressure. Crow sat up from his bed, Lyravex still latched to his side, as four powerful auras descended around him.
Sylvanna stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, her emerald eyes glowing faintly.
Liana leaned on the doorframe, lips pursed, gaze sharp.
Valeria, standing beside the window, looked seconds away from unleashing a storm.
Elyndra silently fumed near the corner, her aura distorting the air.
They all said nothing—words weren't needed. The jealousy rippled from them like a tidal wave of divine will.
Crow rubbed his temple. "…I'm too tired for a god-level love war."