If word of this spread to the Sprite Alliance, billions of men would declare war on Dyon. No, it might even be trillions. Though, that was only if they believed something so absurd could become a reality.
Even more incredulous was the fact their Mistress wasn't enraged by this display of affection, but was rather growing more and more nervous by the second.
Bodies continued to surge into the hall. Clara had been the fastest, but familiar figures in Meiying, Lyla, Zaire, and Amphorae appeared as well.
Soon, Delia and Eli appeared as well, following by a train of toddlers.
It was as though these individuals were intent of suffocating Dyon under a torrent of affection. Without regard for how much surface area his body had, they all piled on. In the end, Dyon was forced to raise Alauna up on a defensive formation so that she wasn't smothered along with him.
