Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Eight
The grand hall within Crow's castle shimmered with soft arcane light as his female heroes gathered—each powerful, each proud, and each unmistakably irritated.
They stood in silent unity, watching through scrying crystals as Lyravex clung possessively to Crow's arm while the Primordial goddesses hovered protectively at his side. The calm before a storm.
Aelira's summoning staff crackled slightly.
"She's not even a combat hero," she muttered.
"She's just a support!" Kaela growled, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword.
Seraphina, the ghostly blade-dancer, floated closer, her voice ethereal and cold. "She's very clingy for someone who claims to be professional."
Zephyra's eye twitched as she adjusted her twilight bow. "Do we need a… reminder mission to re-establish our positions?"
Orlina, the usually calm SSSS-ranked mechanic, glanced up from her forge plans. "I could build something that accidentally locks her in another dimension for a few hours."
Even Ardyn, usually consumed with her work, crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks. "Maybe I should have kissed him again."
Valeria said nothing. The SSSSS-ranked fire mage simply stared at the crystal, her flames dancing slowly around her body—silent, yet full of smoldering intent.
They all shared the same thought:
If Lyravex thought she had won Crow's heart… she had just awakened a storm.
To be continued...