The people of the Ombrae had lived in fear of being spotted by the Gods for a long time and this era reached its end. Nobody would fear the Gods anymore. The screams of overjoy and the moanings of pleasure echoing in the sky that night were the absolute proof that people became free in mind, body, and soul.
As the night ended, Jäwell came back to the castle full of determination. The feeling of being a conqueror, to be unstoppable, was pushing him in every step he made. He contemplated the marks of biting on his arms like trophies after a terrible battle. His male side was proud of his prowess and he was thinking of what happened in the bedroom with a depraved smile. Jäwell was walking at a fast pace, his glare turned to the golden city in the sky all along with a challenging look. While attaching his hair around his hairpin elegantly, he walked and used the shadows to smoothen his clothes.
