The air in Orange didn't just smell like the decay of the old world anymore; it was saturated with the scent of Felicity's heat. To the humans and low-level beastmen hiding in the ruins, it was a sweet, overwhelming pull—a siren song that promised a heaven they didn't deserve to imagine. To Snow Team, it was a vibrating wire of tension that had finally snapped.
Inside the warehouse, Leaf Team stood as the inner circle of guardians. Their Level 95 auras created a suffocating, leaden pressure that kept the very walls from crumbling under the weight of the chaos outside. Dimitri stood at the centre, his Silence Domain ensuring that not even a stray heartbeat from the street could reach the point where the air shimmered—the gateway to Felicity's space.
Beyond that veil, the apocalypse was a distant memory. The quiet rustle of the forest, the warmth of the hot springs, and the soft hum of the house provided a sanctuary that only the husbands could enter.
