The long years of fleeing and killing had long made them forget what peace and leisure felt like.
Now, spending each day together as time treated them gently, their hearts—tense for half their lives—finally softened into tranquility.
After several days together, their tenderness deepened, and the stirrings in their hearts quietly fermented and settled layer by layer.
Spider-Woman had always been calm and rational. Having weathered countless storms, she possessed an unyielding heart and had always restrained herself.
Yet Loren's gentle protection, indulgent tolerance, steady reliability, and sense of responsibility over these past days struck against her heart time and again.
She had seen the darkest evils of the myriad heavens, the most selfish of the powerful, and the coldest of rules.
Only Loren held supreme power while retaining compassion, governed the order of the myriad heavens while treating all living beings with tenderness.
He had saved them from desperate straits, freed them from their fates, and given them peace.
This salvation that transcended dimensions, this protection that asked for nothing in return.
Had long transformed her initial gratitude and admiration into deep, sincere love and attachment.
She was no longer the cosmic guardian who fought alone, without anyone to rely on.
In this sanctuary, by this man's side.
She could finally shed all her armor, let go of all her strength, and openly cherish this rare tenderness.
Silk's feelings were even more pure and blazing.
From the day she awakened her totem, she had been a prisoner of fate and a target for hunters.
She had drifted through life, spent half her days in fear, and had never been cherished, protected, or held in anyone's heart.
Loren had torn apart the sacrificial fate that had bound her for ages, crushed the nightmare that had pursued her for countless years,