Inanna reclined on the dimly lit bedside, her flowing gown like a veil unable to conceal a body of divine abundance, as a faint sour scent wafted through the room.
"You're becoming more and more like a mortal," said Li Ang.
The Demon Dragon closed its eyes and leaned down, the warmth of its cheeks and scorching breath conveyed, as the somewhat rough dragon tongue effortlessly absorbed everything.
Upon leaving the room, the high-altitude wind filtered through the Weapon God's cabin, cooling him as it evaporated his sweat.
The silver-grey surroundings also quelled much of Li Ang's burning emotions.
The Demon's Hand slowly receded back into the Dimensional Rift, an extension of his body. Inanna was just getting accustomed to countering in a low-defense state when the addition of a third hand plunged her back into the demon claws.
