"I'll take you to the Demon King," she said softly, offering a faint smile to the children, who stared wide-eyed at the strange and eerie beauty of the Nethersoil fields.
They passed patches of dark crops, twisted trees bearing fruit, and strange glimmering fungi—none of it ordinary, all of it pulsing with otherworldly life.
At the center of it all was Leon, looking as unbothered as ever—leaning against a mossy archway, deep in flirtation with Sylviana.
The succubus stood close, almost chest-to-chest with him, her hand resting on his chest as she laughed at something he whispered. Leon's other hand was not idle—it drifted boldly downward, squeezing the soft plush curve of her ass through her revealing dress. Sylviana purred, biting her lip as she arched her back into his touch.
