Gray couldn't help but lean closer, cautiously asking, "Can I... touch you?"
To her, the scene was simply too overwhelming.
This was a posture remarkably close to that of the Candle Master and the Candle Celestial Marshal—
"Feel free."
Aiwass said gently, lowering his head slightly.
His upper body, apart from the pope's ceremonial robe, was encased only in a thin white shirt.
At the moment, it was stretched almost to the limit by Aiwass' expanded frame. The buttons on the front of the shirt were left undone, revealing the black markings on his abdomen.
"Forgive my intrusion."
Gray apologized as she extended her hand without hesitation to lightly touch Aiwass' antlers.
The antlers felt smooth and warm, like polished jade, and exuded a comforting heat. Simply touching them produced an emotion akin to sipping a perfectly brewed cup of hot tea in the wintertime.
"... Is this the Illumination Art? And the Fire Rite Skill?"
