The evening air was cool against Satou's face as he, Jessica, and Lyra walked through the settlement toward the main courtyard.
As they approached the courtyard, Satou could already sense the overwhelming presence of two beings whose power made even hardened warriors unconsciously give them a wide berth.
Loki stood casually near one of the large stones, looking more like he was waiting for friends at a tavern than attending an urgent military consultation. His androgynous beauty was striking as always—sharp elegant features that shifted between masculine and feminine depending on the angle, dark purple hair that seemed to absorb light, and those distinctive golden eyes that held centuries of cunning intelligence. Tonight he wore what appeared to be deep emerald robes that shimmered into midnight blue when looked at directly, the colors never quite settling.
Beside him stood Seraphina, and the moment Satou's eyes landed on her, he felt his heart skip slightly.
