Pyris leaned back against the cold stone wall, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched Ammit's eyes flutter open, the remnants of their passionate night still lingering in the air. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her breath steady, and her body relaxed.
Pyris felt the weight of his recent ascension settle within him—a surge of power that had forever changed the course of his path.
"Pyris~" Ammit called out softly, her voice a hushed murmur. Her eyes, still half-lidded, locked onto his. Pyris walked to her, reaching out and gently cupped her face, his fingers brushing across her cheek with tender affection.
"You've done more for me than you know," Pyris murmured, his smile growing as her lips curled into a satisfied grin. The room was still thick with the scent of their shared passion, but Pyris' thoughts were already moving forward, to the challenges that lay ahead.
