After helping Kaelen and Aria level up, ensuring they were now more than capable of holding their own, Aether finally allowed himself a moment of breath.
The two had reached a level he considered fair—strong enough not to be liabilities but still with room to grow.
Now, Maelona and Liora were neck-deep in preparations for the grand contest. Even Liora, who once playfully clung to Aether and had no hesitation in jumping on his shaft at the slightest opening, now barely had time to throw him a glance, let alone sneak a moment of indulgence. As much as she missed the taste and the fullness he offered, her hands were busy now—called by duty, consumed by the Empire's expectations.
And Maelona?
She was avoiding him altogether.
Aether didn't take it personally. She needed time—time to focus, time to realign herself with her responsibilities. Her pride and the Empire came first. He understood that. So, he didn't chase her... He let her breathe.
