Ragon froze, unsure of what to do as his gaze inadvertently landed on Thera's unconscious form. Her soft, steady breathing and the faint glow of her three-star mage aura were still all around her. The aftermath of their battle had left her energy drained, but for Ragon, being a five-star warrior-mage with a vast spiritual sea, his recovery was almost instantaneous.
He averted his eyes immediately, raising a hand to shield them. "Focus, Ragon. Focus!" he muttered to himself. But despite his better judgment, he couldn't help but notice her curves, her beauty heightened by the sunlight filtering through the trees.
"Damn it," he whispered, biting his lip and forcing himself to look away. His own situation wasn't any better—he was naked, standing awkwardly in the middle of the woods. For a moment, he almost forgot about his own predicament until he heard a faint rustle behind him.
