While Zylarith and Sharnoth were busy commanding their subordinates, instructing them on how to use the artifacts they were providing and coming up with a plan to counter Nux,
The man responsible for such unrest was busy with something entirely different.
His body stirred slightly, his eyes were still closed, his body, however, could sense a familiar coldness beside him. A soft, delicate hand rested on his chest, his eyes opened on their own and he was greeted by the sight of Melia nestled in his arm, her long black hair spilling across the pillow.
She looked… serenely beautiful.
It was so ridiculously charming that on one side, Nux wanted to grab this woman and devour her, but on the other side, he wanted to continue watching her sleep.
Her breathing was calm and soft. So rhythmic that Nux felt lost in that rhythm, but suddenly, as if sensing Nux's gaze, her eyes fluttered open.
