After a further few hours of marching, later in the evening after sunset, Corporal Silverbell ordered the diminished army to halt and set up camp for the night. As the men got to work setting up tents and chopping down nearby trees for firewood, the gnome explained to Raz that they were only around 30 kilometers out from Fallavrok. Distance meant nothing to the god, however, knowing that he'd be able to clear thousands of miles within a single step if he so desired.
"Um, I do apologize, Lord Razaranje sir, but these tents will not be an accommodation fit for a god," the gnome laughed nervously while setting up a vibrant, lavender-colored tent nearby the wagon. "Lady Oakina is probably the one with the fanciest tent, so maybe you two can share. She is a priestess from your temple, after all."
"T-that's quite alright, you should get the tent all to yourself, Lord," the priestess blushed, covering her face with the sleeves of her robe.
"Its fine, gods don't get tired so I don't really need to sleep anyway," Razaranje shrugged. "I'll just meditate under a tree until morning."
With several campfires lit, the weary and hungry soldiers found that their remaining rations were long expired, prompting Silverbell to dispatch a foraging party to hunt them something to eat. Watching the priestess fidget with her hands outside her tent, Raz decided to join the foraging soldiers for something to do, only to be called back by Oakina the moment he started to leave the campsite.
"A-actually, Lord Razaranje, do you mind accompanying me for some foraging of my own?" the pretty brunette asked nervously, her demeanor still an annoying bashfulness. "There are some herbs that grow in these woods that are good for burns, but I'm too scared to go looking for them myself. Do you mind accompanying me?"
"Yeah, whatever," Raz shrugged again. "I wasn't doing anything."
Giving his shaggy, grey locks a shake, the god invited the priestess to lead the way, which she did with her head looking down at the forest floor after grabbing a torch to guide her way in the night. The pair departed and walked into the blanket of dark, with Oakina soon ducking down by the roots of the trees, carefully looking for whatever the desired plant was. Mindlessly picking at his ear with his pinky finger, Razaranje picked up a twig and tossed it up into the air, although with enough force to disintegrate the small piece of wood in a matter of seconds. While the mortals were pitifully weak next to him, the destruction god found himself hoping for another monster of enemy army to confront, with the Grovan attacks being the closest thing to entertainment lately.
"Lord Razaranje?" Oakina asked from behind.
"Huh?" Raz asked, turning around before stopping with his body going rigid. "Uhh…why are you naked?"
Standing there, extremely-red in the face, was the priestess in full nudity. Her purple robes lay discarded on the forest floor, and her curvaceous, pale body was illuminated by the flickering torch that she had sat down nearby. Blinking, Razaranje was again reminded of a beautiful goddess upon seeing Oakina naked, with her tall, soft body perfectly proportioned with curves as defined as a river bend. Her massive breasts were incredibly perky despite their size, and her long brown hair had been let down and flowed freely over her chest to cover her nipples. The young woman' hips were wide, and her plump lips quivered nervously as she spread her arms open as if to present herself.
"Please," she began. "I humbly pledge my body to you, Lord Razaranje, to be used in any way that you desire. I am and always will be a servant to the god of destruction."
"WHAT THE HELL? WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM?" Raz yelled, astounded by the spectacle.
"Gods and goddesses have always taken mortal lovers, especially with those who have served them," Oakina explained. "Its fine, Lord. I want this. It would be my honor to do anything to please you."
With that, the naked bombshell glided over to the immortal and wrapped her arms around his trembling, shirtless form, embracing him with her large chest pushing upon him. Leaning in, she kissed at his neck, pawing at his pectoral as she moaned gently while squeezing the deity's solid, muscular figure.
"H-hey now, I know it used to be common practice to bed mortals, I mean that's why mages appeared in the world," Raz stammered, his own pale face even going a shade of pink. "But I have a fiancé, so I do not wish to take any kind of lover right now!"
"Gah! I forgot you mentioned a fiancé!" Oakina squealed, quickly backing away from the chiseled god in embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, this was a mistake. I-I just wanted to please you, Lord."
"Priestess, do you not serve the temple of destruction?" Razaranje barked, regaining his composure. "Then where is your couth? Your discipline? Throwing yourself at a god the way an untrained dog leaps at a beautiful cut of meat is unbefitting to such a position."
"I-I apologize," Oakina whimpered, quickly grabbing her robe and throwing it back over her head, fighting tears. "I'm so, so sorry! I lost myself there for a second, I thought—
"Well, I mean I can hardly blame a mortal for throwing themselves at the mighty god of destruction," Raz interrupted, walking over to the priestess to help her adjust her robe back over her gorgeous body. "But as a priestess who claims to serve me, I expect a little more. Is that a bad thing? Up until now, I have found you an amusing but faithful servant to my temple. In fact, a part of me is actually happy to see that the temple built in my honor still has a servant. That's why I don't like seeing such a person reduce herself to a mere bed fellow for me."
"I understand, I'm sorry again," Oakina chuckled lightly, wiping a tear from her eye as she shuddered at the deity helping her with her clothes. "You're right, I got carried away for a moment. I get caught up in my job sometimes…I mean as awesome and as impressive as destructive power is, people often forget that the end is just as important as the beginning. If trees didn't get destroyed in forest fires, then healthier, newer trees couldn't grow from the ashes. If we didn't chop and destroy the grapes of the vine, then how would we get wine? And even landslides that change the landscape with their destructive force, can sometimes end up creating great new perches to set roads on."
"Hmm, you're at least wise enough to understand the role of destruction in this universe," Raz grinned. "I like you priestess. You're a good guide, and you make this world slightly-less annoying."
"Hehe, thank you, My Lord," Oakina replied, blushing before clearing her throat. "So who is this fiancé of yours anyway? She's very lucky."
"The lovely and alluring Luavida," Razaranje sighed as he thought of his partner back at the Realm of the Gods.
"L-Luavida? The goddess of lust?!" the priestess stammered. "O-oh, my word."
Suddenly, the sounds of a nearby commotion grabbed the pair's attention.
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"S-stop right there!" a Cloudian soldier demanded, flanked by two of his fellow soldiers as they held out their shields and pointed their spears forward. "Identify yourself!"
A lone figure was jogging through the woods towards the camp, his strong arms pumping as he stepped into view of the dim torch light. His pace slowing, the young man had golden, spiky hair and a matching yellow tanktop that barely covered the belt of his trousers. A sturdy pair of combat boots crunched twigs beneath his feet, where he continued towards the three men with intent.
"I-I'm warning you!" the lead soldier yelled as he thrust is spear forward. "State your business now, sir, or—
The man became a blur of motion as he launched himself towards the soldier, easily stepping around the extended spear and delivering a punch to the middle of the Cloudian's iron breastplate. Upon contact, his fist glowed yellow, and a blast of electricity exploded from his knuckles and launched the soldier backwards into the air from the force.
Watching in disbelief as their comrade was flung back like a ragdoll, the other two soldiers moved to engage, but the intruder easily dodged their jabbing spears and delivered another electrifying punch to the chests of them too. Their bodies juddering and seizing, the knocked-out men fell back and collapsed.
"G-get the Corporal," a soldier whispered to another as several others happened upon the scene.
"Where is he? Where is your commander!?" the figure demanded as he sprinted towards those just arriving, leaping into the air and sailing towards them. "Take this. Thunder hammer!!"
Slamming his fist down onto the tin helmet of one soldiers, a massive discharged of electricity surged out and struck other nearby Coudians, sending them to the ground trembling and unconscious. Having effortlessly dispatched a whole squad of troops, the determined intruder took in his surroundings as more soldiers arrived upon hearing the commotion. None of the weak, low-level men that were trying to fight him were of the caliber that he was searching for. The foe that this powerful man sought was the same one that had already annihilated several thousand head of his own troops, and it was a threat that he sought to extinguish immediately.
"Who are you, and what do you want!?" Corporal Silverbell yelled as he flanked the ill-dressed man with five other soldiers, their spears pointing towards him.
"My name is Major Barak, head of the Grovan 12th legion," the figure replied, lightning crackling within his closed fist as he held it up. "I demand that you bring forth the one that has been slaughtering my men so effortlessly."