(P.S. There will be three updates tomorrow.)
Before the Flesh Abyss, Samien, the Charred Prince clad in armor, appeared beside Olga using a strange ability. Black mist poured from within him, seemingly possessing some sort of illusion-making power. Not one of the still-conscious half-dragon sorcerers could detect his presence or hear his voice.
Samien's gaze brimmed with tenderness and fury. As he warned Olga, his cracked palm, exposing pale chunks of flesh beneath, cautiously reached for her shoulder. An ability that even demigods could not detect was about to activate. He wanted to take Olga away.
"Samien!"
The call, separated by long Years, still plunged the Charred Prince into a brief daze.
In his trance, he seemed to return to that distant era. As an envoy visiting the Slavic States, he had first seen the world's most beautiful and pure Princess Olga at the grand and flourishing Hundred Flowers Festival.
To Samien, her appearance had been like a blazing bolt of lightning in The Darkness, like a fairy dancing in the rain. Everything else in the world lost its radiance because of her. Her pair of clear, pure eyes, like stars, had made him lose himself completely.
From that moment on, Samien had known that he had to make her his wife. Even if she wanted the moon in the sky, he would have been willing to pluck it down for her.
"Samien, I won't leave."
"Boom!"
Olga's second sentence jolted Samien out of his daze.
His charred-black eyeballs reflected Olga as she was now.
She was still as beautiful as ever, beautiful enough to make the bewitching Forest Banshees and Lake Fairies around her pale in comparison. But what made Samien's heart ache was that the star-like clarity in Olga's eyes was gone, replaced by hatred and killing intent.