Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Five – "The World Burns"
The world chat exploded.
Moments after Rose posted a single picture—a soft, candid photo of her pressing a kiss to Crow's cheek while he looked off to the side, completely caught off guard—the servers practically shook.
[World Chat]
KaiserBlade: WAIT. IS THAT CROW??
MoonlitDancer: OMG she kissed him???
DivineEdge: No way. That's Rose?! The Level 18 SSS-rank Warlord?
LunaVale: SHE'S BLUSHING. SHE'S ACTUALLY BLUSHING.
WraithWalker: My guild would kill for just one convo with Crow and she's... kissing him??
The picture went viral within seconds. Guild forums reposted it. Fan pages cropped it. Conspiracy channels debated if it was real. Some even zoomed in on Crow's stunned expression like it was a historical artifact.
In the heart of the flying fortress, Crow stared at the chat window, dead silent. Rose stood beside him, smug and proud, arms behind her back as if she had just claimed a treasure.
"Why did you post that?" he asked, voice flat.
Rose leaned forward and whispered, "Because I'm yours. They should know that."
The chat continued to spiral. Players were making memes, simping, raging, and declaring war on Crow's harem without even knowing where to start.
Far away, Lyravex, Sylvanna, Valeria, and Ardyn simultaneously turned toward their screens... and glared.
The fire had only just started.