Two hours later, Cristian, along with the Ashguards and Red Sun, left the ship, which was at the harbor of Immortal Hills.
Staring at the countless hills on the horizon, Tevaga chortled. "It does deserve its name."
She averted her gaze from the hills and mountains to her sister, who walked beside Cristian.
She could see they were chatting and it was certainly better than her, who just got turned on by inhaling his scent.
Cristian was like a walking aphrodisiac for her and he was addictive too.
"She's a Berserker. So is he. They're bound to flow together." Adar whispered from behind her.
"Tch." Tevaga clicked her tongue before increasing her pace to match Anna, Sheila, Alessia, and Zelda, who were embroiled in a discussion of their own.
And it was centered on the umbrella in Sheila's hands.
With Drogheda beside him and Nebula on his shoulder, Cristian raised his arms and Drogheda caressed the runes on his forearm.
