The transport shuttle touched down at midday.
Priscilla stood at the ramp, watching Sky Tower rise against the clouds, and felt like she was seeing it for the first time. Five weeks of accelerated training had changed her—not just her cultivation, but her entire sense of what was possible.
CULTIVATION STATUS
Name: Priscilla
Rank: 1st Order, 6th Rank (↑ from 1st Order, 2nd Rank)
Superpower: Plant Affinity — A-Rank (Evolution pending)
Class: Class B → Class A (pending evaluation)
Five ranks in five weeks. The instructors at the training facility had called it unprecedented. They'd tested her repeatedly, searching for hidden techniques or forbidden enhancements. They'd found nothing but raw talent and desperate determination.
I did it, she thought.
She stepped off the ramp and walked into the academy.
The evaluation was scheduled for 2 PM.
Priscilla stood in Combat Hall Three, facing Instructor Thorne and two other examiners she didn't recognize. Behind them, observation arrays recorded everything for later review.
"Priscilla." Thorne's voice was neutral. "Your training facility reports are exceptional. Five rank increases in five weeks places you in the top 0.1% of first-year progression rates."
"Thank you, Instructor."
"Thank me by proving it." He gestured at the training platform. "You'll face three opponents: a combat drone at 1st Order, 7th Rank; a holographic monster simulation; and a live spar against a Class A student of our choosing. Survive all three, and Class A is yours."
Priscilla nodded and stepped onto the platform.
The drone lasted two minutes.
Its programming was solid—efficient attacks, adaptive defense—but it couldn't account for what Priscilla had learned in training. Plants erupted from the platform's seams, binding its limbs before it could react. Vines wrapped its joints. Roots cracked its casing.
When it finally stopped moving, the examiners exchanged glances.
The holographic monster was harder—a 1st Order, 8th Rank creature that mimicked the movements of a real dungeon predator. Priscilla bled for that victory, taking a gash to her arm before she finally overwhelmed it with massed plant life.
By the time the third opponent stepped onto the platform, she was breathing hard.
Opponent: Rina Moon — Class A — 1st Order, 6th Rank — Spatial Sense
Rina smiled. "Don't expect me to go easy on you."
"I'd be disappointed if you did."
They fought.
Rina's spatial sense made her nearly impossible to surprise—she saw every attack coming, every vine before it emerged, every strategy before it deployed. Priscilla adapted, using misdirection and mass instead of precision. Flood the platform with plants. Force Rina to move constantly. Deny her stable ground.
It worked. Barely.
When the match ended—a draw, both too exhausted to continue—Thorne nodded slowly.
"Class A. Effective immediately."
Priscilla collapsed onto the platform, gasping, and smiled at the ceiling.
I did it.
That evening, she found Nova's room.
She didn't knock. She simply opened the door and stepped inside.
He was at his window, watering the Moonlace seedling—her seedling, grown tall in her absence. When he turned, something flickered in his eyes. Not surprise. He'd known she was coming.
"Priscilla."
" Nova."
They stood there for a long moment, the distance between them electric with everything unsaid.
Then she crossed the room and kissed him. As they separated, a thin line of saliva was between them.
Priscilla reached for the hem of his shirt, bunching the fabric in her fists and pulling it over his head. Her palms pressed flat against his chest, feeling the frantic, heavy thud of his heart. Nova didn't wait; he fumbled with the fastenings of her dress, the fabric sliding down her curves to pool at her ankles, leaving her in nothing but the moonlight filtering through the window. He lifted her, her legs instinctively locking around his hips as he carried her the short distance to the bed. When they reached the mattress, they fell together in a tangle of limbs and whispered words, the air thick with unspoken emotions as they continue kissing.
The bed creaked under their combined weight as the kiss deepened, turning hungrier and more desperate. Nova broke away just enough to look down at her, his eyes dark and commanding, mirroring the silent authority he'd held over her since she walked through the door.He lowered his head and kissed her again, a gentler kiss this time, full of relief and unspoken words. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that for a long moment, the only sounds the rain outside and the thumping of their hearts.Finally, he pulled back slightly, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheekbones. "I missed you," he said, his voice a low murmur. A soft smile touched her lips. "I missed you too."
Are you sure about this?, Nova asked admiring her naked body that was as beautiful as glass jade
Yes, Priscilla replied shyly.
He didn't wait a single second as he mashed his lips against hers.
"Ahn!"
Priscilla gasped as Nova's lips instantly met hers, then she gave herself up to his mercy.
He poured all his built-up tension into the kiss and without hesitation, he moved his hands down and grabbed Priscilla's soft plump ass with both hands as he lifted her up.
Priscilla immediately responded as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, holding on tight like a koala as she pressed her body against his.
"Mnnnhm~"
A deep vibrating moan escaped her throat and into his mouth as she felt something else lifting her from the center of her butt, right between her thighs.
Even through his pants, she could feel the hard, thick length of his dick pressing against her ass.
When she realised what it was, what was poking her so insistently, her entire body trembled in pleasure and excitement.
Nova's hands moved upwards, parting her robe slightly, his palm came in contact with her already naked breast, making Priscilla moan sharply as he squeezed her breasts then with his index and thumb, rolled and squeezed her nipples.
"L-Nova...."
Priscilla managed to pull her mouth away for a split second to moan his name. Her voice shaky but filled with pleasure. Her hands roamed his body, feeling the hard muscles of his chest. Her hands moved down his chest, over his abs, tracing the lines of his muscles until she reached his belt. She fumbled with it, her fingers moving fast as she unbuckled his belt and then she unbuttoned his trousers.
The trousers fell to the ground with a soft thud.
And there it was. A massive dragon was unveiled.