Gwendolyn's eyes widened from the bed where she had been lounging inside Azel's room, her ethereal legs crossed as she idly kicked them in the air.
She had been thinking about Azel's body… specifically how blessed it was and giggling to herself when suddenly her surroundings snapped like a broken illusion.
The bed vanished.
And in the next instant, she was standing barefoot in the middle of a field of endless golden grass, swaying gently despite the absolutely still air.
The sky above wasn't blue… it was golden, a glowing dome of divine radiance that made her squint as though it were a sun made into a sky.
"What in the—?"
A prickling sensation crawled across her skin.
That was when she felt it… several soft but incredibly heavy tails pressing against the nape of her neck from behind, the weight of an apex predator resting on her like a warning from the gods themselves.
A feminine voice which was full of deathly cold spoke just behind her ear.
"If you move… you die."
