Although the saga through Heaven carried events that would take volumes to properly describe, it had all unfolded in less than a single day.
By the time the Xaos King returned to Terra, Freya was still sleeping.
Vlad stood quietly at the edge of the room for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm. The countless images of Heaven—burning cities, collapsing Divine Kingdoms, screaming Gods, and the scythe of Death—faded into the background of his mind.
A tender smile, full of warmth and love, appeared on the face of the True Depravita of Wrath.
He slipped into bed beside her and gently embraced her, careful not to disturb her rest. One hand rested protectively over her abdomen, where the twin spheres of Primordial Essence pulsed faintly beneath layers of seals and safeguards forged from his very soul.
In that moment, the weight of war vanished.
