The battlefield lay silent now.
Ashes drifted through the air like snow, carried by the wind across the ruined northern gate. The bodies of the defeated Stolks littered the ground—grotesque monkey-like beasts with their contorted faces frozen in rage or fear.
Dominic exhaled, still catching his breath. His blade dripped dark blood, and his muscles ached from the clash with Erthan Sol. The fight had drained him—not just physically but mentally. Erthan had pushed him to the edge of his strength.
A voice broke the silence.
"You held your own out there."
Dominic turned slightly, eyes narrowing—then softening. It was Lillian, her armor cracked and her hair streaked with dirt and blood. But her expression was calm, composed, almost... proud.
His eyes loomed over her curved features. They were tempting and sex arousing. Her large boobs were extremely large. He crouched low and continued to stare at her boob.
