Night fell swiftly, cloaking the forest in silence.
Reon had already moved their Spatial Tent to a new location, far from the blood-soaked clearing.
The stench of death lingered there, and he didn't want it tainting the air around them.
Inside the tent, the atmosphere was quiet and intimate.
Soft red candles flickered along the corners of the room, casting gentle, dancing shadows across the tent walls.
The glow bathed everything in a warm, reddish hue—romantic, but also mysterious.
In the stillness of the air, the quickened rhythm of two hearts pulsed clearly, filling the silence.
On the bed, Cloudia lay with her arms gently outstretched above her, legs gracefully resting together.
She wore the crimson hanfu Reon had gifted her—elegant and delicate—like a bride awaiting her beloved in the quiet of her bridal chamber.
Her heart pounded faster than Reon's, who sat quietly beside her, eyes locked onto her with a gaze that held warmth and intensity.
