Hurried chewing and swallowing, furious roars, and shrill demands rang out incessantly inside Admiral Amyrius's luxurious villa...
At the entrance to the master bedroom, where all manner of smells mingled, Amyrius's secretary, Lueran, stood with an arrogant expression. Neither entering nor retreating, the secretary seemed utterly absorbed in a world of fantasies.
Inside the bedroom behind the secretary, a group of maids and the General's Guard embraced one another tightly, regardless of gender. Their expressions were feverish and full of longing, as though they wanted to embed each other in their bodies.
Naked or half-naked, they unleashed their surging desires without a moment's pause.
As time passed, they drew ever closer, their limbs seemingly growing together.
On the bed they surrounded, Cynthia's body had swollen and twisted into a humanoid tree monster. She extended the branches of her trunk into their bodies, linking everyone into a single whole.
They had become a crazed, insatiable, tireless monster.
Outside Olavi's harbor, atop Saint Draco Mountain, Cyril held a glittering crystal ball and gazed up at the night sky with deep, inscrutable eyes.
In his eyes, a certain star, inconspicuous against the Crimson Moon, was flickering abnormally.
Crack!
The crystal ball in his hand suddenly shattered, scattering glass fragments across the ground.
He frowned, then suddenly caught sight of a streak of crimson moonlight rising from the direction of Saint Draco Cathedral and drifting toward Admiral Amyrius's residence.
"The Primordial Moon wants to have a child with Klein too?"
Muttering to himself, he thrust a hand forward, opening an Illusory Door covered in mysterious patterns and symbols out of thin air.
Amid the overlapping moans, someone pushed the bedroom door open with a creak.
Colonel "Amyrius," dressed in a red military uniform, walked in.
His stern, conservative, clean-shaven face froze for an instant.