For a long second, the entire universe seemed to shrink down to just the two of them.
Myria leaned back against his solid chest, her trembling body completely enveloped by his overwhelming warmth and absolute strength.
The pressure of the altar also faded into the background.
She looked up over her shoulder, her charming silver eyes locking directly onto his deeply intense gaze.
His face was mere inches from hers, close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her cold cheek.
In that fleeting second, the oppressive aura he usually projected completely vanished, replaced by an undeniable sense of safety.
"Ba-dump!"
Her heart skipped a beat.
Deep within her chest, a warm flower bloomed, completely defying the icy laws she honed.
Everyone felt the romantic exchange, and none of them disturbed it.
Even the sphere did not want to disturb them. It radiated one final time, confirming her eight star marks, and released its magnetic grip on her hand.
