The mainframe warship of Pandemonium's order stood out like a beacon in continental war below.
Adonis sat in the command chair of the bridge, flanked by two massive Lord-level Dragons who acted as his living convoys, their presence warping the very air with draconic pressure.
In front of him, Vexa floated with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her translucent lips curled into a deep, exaggerated pout.
"I cannot believe you, Master! Truly! Even though I have a bottomless bank of Harem Force, I cannot let you have them in your curren rank," Vexa grumbled visibly.
Adonis' violet eyes was uncharacteristic vulnerable.
"Vexa, please. This is different. You know who this is for."
