Vahn gently rubbed Seraphina's back, his cold expression melting into tenderness. "Wifey, your wish is my command. We will have the grandest wedding the world has ever seen. We can secure the treasure later."
Seraphina should have been happy. Her husband had prioritized her emotional needs over his raw ambition. But she wasn't.
She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the increasingly volatile elemental vortex in the sky. She realized that if they lost the treasure here, the other Saintesses and the Demonic Geniuses might get their hands on it, leading to their doom in this Secret Realm.
Her small, petty wish for a perfect, formal reunion with her husband could become the reason for their mutual downfall.
If that happens, she would never be able to forgive herself for such selfishness. She was in an agony of dilemma.
Just then, the Sky Dragon's next proposal broke through all her hesitation.
