Jack stood on the balcony of his private chambers, overlooking the thriving city below. Aetheria had grown beyond expectation—its economy thrived, its military was disciplined, and its faith was absolute. But it was still only the beginning. He was not content with simply holding power; he was a conqueror, a builder of empires. And his gaze was already set on the next horizon.
He heard the soft footsteps behind him before feeling the familiar warmth of Kali pressing against his back. The goddess of destruction wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered down at the city below.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she mused, her voice a smooth, seductive purr against his ear. "You've built something incredible here, husband. But I know that look in your eyes. You're already thinking about the next step."
