After watching six centuries of memories... Seris's fire-forged resolve and Yonna's quiet loneliness Ash felt his heart swell until it ached with something deeper than lust.
"My General… my little warrior…" he whispered, voice soft enough to cradle them all.
He stood, wings folding away, and clapped once.
The sound cracked through the Greater Chamber like a whip of pure mana it was loud enough to jolt every cultivator awake, yet his lovers?
They didn't even twitch.
Ash smirked, amused. "Well, I'll just go meet a few other ladi—"
Five pairs of eyes snapped open at once (golden, silver moon eyes, blue and amber), all burning with instant, murderous jealousy.
"Meet a few what, Ashy?" Nia asked, voice syrupy sweet and deadly sharp.
The others sat up slowly, naked and glorious, staring at him like wolves who'd just found a trespasser.
Ash chuckled, shaking his head. "Now you're up."
He waved a hand.
Rose-gold light danced across their skin, weaving clothing from nothing.
