Chapter 416
He set her down carefully, his massive frame towering over her. His clawed hand tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. The weight of his presence bore down on her, yet there was a strange, almost gentle acknowledgment in his movements.
"Rise," he commanded, his voice resonating with a power that shook the walls of the colosseum. Yuki staggered to her feet, her body trembling but no longer broken. She glanced around, taking in the sea of bowed heads, the palpable worship directed at the two of them.
A smile, slow and dangerous, curved her lips. She loosened her tattered kimono, letting it slip from her shoulders. The crowd stirred, their gasps and murmurs a mixture of reverence and awe. Yuki took a step toward Björn, her bare form illuminated by the eerie glow of his aura.
Björn’s claw traced along her jawline, tilting her head slightly as if examining her. His booming voice echoed across the colosseum, each word dripping with finality. "My queen."
The collective gasp of the Björn was deafening, their devotion deepening into fanatical worship. Björn straightened, his wings folding behind him as he addressed his people. "Prepare yourselves," he commanded. "Tonight, you celebrate the birth of a new order. A queen to guide you. A prince to carry my will. The war to end all wars begins anew."
Yuki’s laughter rang out, sharp and melodic, as she stepped closer to Björn. The crowd erupted once more, their cries a frenzied hymn to their god and his chosen queen.
A low growl rumbled through the colosseum, emanating from the people of Björn themselves. It began as a single, guttural sound, then multiplied, spreading like wildfire through the stands. The
growls morphed into snarls, then into howls of primal hunger. The reverence that had gripped them moments before shattered, replaced by a raw, unrestrained frenzy.
This was no longer a colosseum; it was a bedlam of raw instinct, a temple of depravity consecrated by their god’s presence. The people of Björn, driven to the peak of their feral nature by Björn’s very essence, began to enact their own twisted ritual, mirroring the divine union before them.