Chapter Two Hundred and Seven – "Even the Dragon Approves"
Crow blinked, momentarily stunned by Xar'Zenth's words. Of all beings, the ancient Primordial Dragon—the one tied to the elements of time, space, and reality—had just casually accepted his growing harem.
"…You're really okay with this?" he asked, half-expecting a cryptic riddle or a dismissive snort.
Instead, Xar'Zenth gave a slow nod, its massive tail flicking gently behind it.
"You are my chosen. Those drawn to your flame are not my concern—only that none extinguish it."
Crow scratched the back of his head, uncertain whether to laugh or feel overwhelmed. Even a dragon older than the stars was on board with this madness.
Around him, the primordial goddesses exchanged glances—some pleased, others smug.
And in the back of his mind, Crow just muttered:
"…What kind of life am I living now?"