Kyone looked at his shocked face, and she felt a spark of genuine amusement.
He probably thought she was joking. But truly, how could she be?
Azel was far stronger than any warrior she had seen in her time.
His techniques were raw, unrefined, even incomplete — yet even with flaws in his form, his strength had pressed her in ways that made her blood sing.
She had lived through an age of war, when men and women were forced into battle every day, when strength was the only currency that mattered.
She had fought countless warriors, lovers of battle and lovers of her body alike, and none had managed to claim her.
But this man… this half-mortal, half-divine creature…
He could.
Sure, he used an incomplete sword style, but he had potential.
The kind of potential that only someone touched by fate could carry.
And since he was her her mate now, she would help him perfect it.
She had earned that right.
After all, she had once been given the honor of battling the Hero himself.
