The Abyss Citadel loomed behind us, half-born, alive with breathing darkness.
Our world was still new —the rivers of molten mist still carving paths through blackstone valleys,the storms above still shaping themselves to my will.
But here, in the heart of it all, something older stirred.
Not war.Not conquest.
Something quieter.Stronger.
Need.
Velra stood before me, armor stripped away, clad only in the faint silver mist of the Abyss.
Her crimson hair, long and wild, cascaded down her back like a river of living fire.Her body — hardened by five years of loneliness, sharpened by endless devotion — trembled.
Not in fear.
In hope.
In something she had buried for so long it had become a part of her bones.
She lowered her eyes, but did not kneel.
Not this time.
This time, she stood proud — scarred, powerful, beautiful.
Waiting.
Offering.
I stepped closer.
Our worlds collided, two storms folding into one.
I reached out — slowly — and cupped her face in my hands.
Warm.
Alive.
Mine.
"Velra," I said softly, voice thick with emotion I could no longer deny.
"You waited."
"I would have waited a thousand years," she whispered back, voice breaking. "Longer, if you asked."
I leaned down, forehead resting against hers.
The Abyss pulsed around us, slow and heavy, a heartbeat older than time itself.
"You don't have to wait anymore," I said.
"I choose you."
Her breath hitched — a soft, broken sound — and then she surged forward.
Our lips met in a clash of desperation and wonder, of fear and belonging.
She tasted like fire and tears and endless nights spent praying for this moment.
I lifted her easily into my arms, carrying her across the blackstone floor as the mist parted for us like a living thing.
We crossed into a high tower — a throne room still half-formed, the bed of darkness and light prepared only by instinct.
There, in the heart of my new kingdom, we claimed each other.
The first kiss deepened —Velra's hands clutching at my shirt, nails digging into my skin as if afraid I might vanish.
My hands traced her spine, every scar, every curve, every memory etched into her flesh.
Clothes fell away — forgotten.Armor was discarded — unnecessary.
Only skin against skin.Breath against breath.
King and Knight.Dragon and Valkyrie.Lonely souls, no longer alone.
I laid her down on the bed of woven silver mist and pressed my body against hers, feeling her heart hammer wildly beneath her ribs.
She gasped my name — not as a title, not as a prayer —but as a man.
"Ravro..."
Her legs parted slightly, welcoming, trembling.
I kissed a path down her throat, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts.
She arched beneath me, a low, desperate sound escaping her throat.
"You're mine," I whispered against her skin."And I'm yours."
"No matter what comes," she breathed, eyes wide, filled with tears and stars.
"No matter what comes," I echoed.
When I finally entered her — slow, deep, claiming —she cried out, nails raking down my back, legs wrapping tightly around me.
The Abyss roared in silent approval.
The Citadel trembled.
The rivers of mist brightened.
Even the stars beyond the World Plane seemed to burn hotter, as if bearing witness.
We moved together in a rhythm older than breath.
Velra's body clung to mine, desperate, aching, alive.Her moans filled the chamber — low, breathless, beautiful.
I took her harder, deeper, until she gasped my name over and over — until there was no past, no future, only the trembling, shattering present.
Her legs tightened around my hips, her body tensing, and she cried out as she climaxed, her cries lost in my mouth as I kissed her through it.
I followed moments later, spilling into her with a groan, my forehead pressed to hers, our hearts hammering against each other in chaotic, perfect time.
After, we remained tangled together —her fingers tracing idle patterns over my chest,my hand wrapped firmly around her waist.
Neither of us spoke.
There was no need.
The bond was complete.
Not just king and knight.Not just protector and servant.
We were partners.We were lovers.We were eternal.
The System chimed softly above us, a sacred whisper:
[System Notification][New Covenant Formed: Abyssal Consort Bond.][Effects: Velra's strength and lifespan permanently linked to Ravro's.][Effects: Ravro's spiritual stability enhanced by Velra's bond.][Effects: Abyss Resonance Amplified.]
Velra rested her head on my chest, her body still trembling faintly.
I stroked her hair in slow, soothing motions, feeling her heart finally slow.
"I would have waited forever," she whispered again, sleep-heavy.
"You won't have to," I promised.
"From now on, we build forever. Together."
Her arms tightened around me.
And somewhere far beyond our newborn world —the seas, the skies, the ancient powers —shuddered again.
Because they could feel it.
A new legend had been born.
One no god, no emperor, no world could undo.