The blazing red-orange portal burned through the cold air of the fortress, disrupting the calm, yet tense atmosphere. The wives, gathered in their circle, immediately shifted into battle-ready stances, their auras flaring.
Then, from the swirling flames, a figure emerged.
She was massive—towering over everyone in the room, nearly eight and a half feet tall, her powerfully built frame radiating raw strength. Long, vibrant orange hair cascaded down her back, tied into a high ponytail. Her deep orange eyes burned like molten gold, her gaze piercing and confident. Two dark orange horns curved back from her forehead, giving her an air of ancient majesty, and a thick orange tail, lined with obsidian-like scales, swayed behind her.
She stepped forward, the temperature instantly rising, steam hissing from the frozen walls.
Andriel, always calm, narrowed her violet eyes. "Who are you?"
The woman smirked, her voice a deep, sultry rumble, laced with amusement. "You must be his women."
