Cristian gently held Lavinia's sharp chin, lowering her head with a smirk, his ivory teeth glinting as he noticed a hunger in her gaze.
"What is it that you desire?" He whispered into her red-haired ears, causing her cheeks to flush as his scent overwhelmed her senses.
As he increased his height, wrapping his arms around her waist and tenderly stroking her hair, he sensed her purring in comfort. But a glare from Lavinia silenced Beowulf, her orange glowing eyes and sharpened canines expressing her current state.
Boom! An explosion resonated, echoing across the landscape as trees and snow within hundreds of meters of the rift withered and melted away.
"It's opened!" A soldier stationed on one of the fortress's six towers yelled, blowing a horn to alert everyone.
Cristian eased his grip on Lavinia, turning to behold a startling sight that unfolded before him: an onslaught of hundreds of colossal scorpions emerging from the rift.
