Asura awoke after his evening with Sigurd, a pleasant ache filling his entire body. Thanks to the pair finally passing the starting line for their relationship to go further.
He felt almost reborn, the magical power gained from taking Sigurd's first time enough to boost his body and magic to the limits of their current state.
The lovely woman herself reached the pinnacle of humanity thanks to Asura's magic flooding her body like a tidal wave of dense Animus that ravished her repeatedly until she reached evolution.
A beautiful melody of various birds sang outside the window: blue, red, silver, and white. The birds that lived in the Phoenix Glade were all said to be distant descendants of the firebird itself and were treated with great respect and fed the best food possible.
