My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

She was already shaken by Pantheon, and bringing up these so-called Monarchs would only make things worse.

No need to throw another existential crisis her way.

With that, they continued on their way, the sun casting a golden path ahead of them.

The bay of the eastern continent emerged on the horizon in under an hour, its waters shimmering under the night sky, waves lapping at the shore .

Below them, strange and powerful beasts roamed the bay—towering, oversized creatures that moved in groups.

Any human foolish enough to set foot here would be surrounded and slaughtered in an instant

Some took notice of their presence, roaring and taking to the skies in an attempt to intercept them.

However—

Everything failed to even slow them down.

They continued their journey through the mountains, where the trees gradually changed, becoming more tropical. After a while, he decided to land.

He could tell they were getting close to their destination, so it was better to rest for now.

"We're stopping here," he muttered, landing softly on a big tree and setting Lucy down. "Need a minute to rest."

She stretched her arms and took a step back, glancing around.

Then, she wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek lightly against his back.

Asher turned around without warning, his arms circling her thin waist as he pulled her in.

His lips crashed against hers. If he was going to rest, he might as well enjoy the moment.

She stiffened for half a second before melting into his tongue, her fingers gripping his robe.

Asher smirked against her lips, sensing her desire.

"Do you want to kiss me again?" he teased.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, breathless. "I do,"

"Be my guest."

She leaned in, and their lips met again—this time slower, deeper.

Lucy clung to him, lost in the kiss, her body pressing closer. She straddled his lap, wrapping her legs around his back, pulling him deeper.

Even in the haze of the moment, he didn't forget to cast a barrier.

Lucy felt the shift in the air, the faint hum of the protective spell, but she was too lost in him to care.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, and he smirked against her lips, enjoying the way she clung to him.

"I like being with you like this," she mumbled between kisses.

"Don't tempt me too much," he said with a defeated smile.

"It's your fault," she teased, nibling on his earlobe "You're the one who kissed me first. You're really horny, you know."

"You're just irresistible," he replied, pressing a kiss to her neck.

A shiver ran through her, and she instinctively gripped his hair tighter, tilting her head to give him more access.

"Hmmm...You tongues feel so good. P.. Please lick me more " she beg him.

Asher followed through, increasing the pace as they lost themselves in each other. Their passion burned hot, but they didn't go all the way.

After a couple of minutes, Lucy rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying the quiet moment between them.

Outside, monsters continued to slam against the barrier, their numbers growing into a horde—yet neither of them paid them any mind.

Asher exhaled, "Time to go"

"We're close to our destination, so it's better if we don't fly too high to avoid detection," he suggested.

Lucy nodded slightly, still resting against him. "Makes sense… though I doubt anything down there could detect you."

"It's better to be careful," he added before standing up and lifting her into his arms again.

This time, he flew lower and slower, keeping a cautious pace.

They pressed forward through the forest—until suddenly, they felt it.

A strange sensation washed over them, like they passed through water.

The entire landscape was swallowed by thick, swirling mist.

THUD!

They landed softly, the ground beneath them damp and uneven.

The air had turned unnaturally cold, a biting chill that crept beneath their skin. More unsettling than the temperature, however, was the silence.

Just moments ago, the area was teeming with life—rustling leaves, distant howls, the occasional flutter of wings.

Now, nothing. No insects. No animals. Not even the whisper of wind through the trees.

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Asher's eyes narrowed as he scanned the surroundings.

His gaze dropped to the ground, searching for any runes, sigils, or signs that they were trapped in some kind of illusion.

But there was nothing.

Lucy move uneasily beside him. "So? What do you think?"

Asher exhaled through his nose. "Either this is natural, or whatever's causing it is too powerful for me to detect."

He didn't like either possibilities.

"Let's head back and see if we can get out of here first," he said, turning around. He grabbed her hand to keep them from getting separated.

They walked for what felt like a kilometer, but the mist refused to clear.

Lucy bit her lip, her grip on him tightening. "This isn't normal... We should've left the area by now."

Asher nodded. His sense of distance was sharp, and by now, they should have exited whatever barrier they passed through earlier.

"Don't worry, I can break through this place if I use enough power—but that'd make too much disturbance. For now, let's try another direction and see if we can find a clue."

They continued forward, each step taking them deeper into the unknown.

The mist refused to thin, and with every passing second, the unsettling feeling in her gut only grew stronger.

Meanwhile, Asher maintained his composure.

He knew they were progressing and not walking in circles—he already cast a spell to map the area around them.

It worked similarly to echolocation, but instead of sound, he used subtle vibration of the ground to detect their surroundings.

Finally, something changed.

Faint shuffling sounds echoed through the mist. At first, it was barely noticeable, just a soft disturbance.

But soon, small figures emerged from the fog—odd-looking monsters, their bodies hunched and their oversized heads swaying unnaturally as they moved.

Their skin was a sickly shade of purple, and their enormous, glassy eyes seemed too heavy for their frail bodies.

The creatures didn't react to them.

Instead, they kept walking in a slow procession, vanishing deeper into the mist.

Lucy whispered, "What are those?"

"No idea," Asher muttered. "But they're heading somewhere."