Aether followed Nyx and Morgana down the vast stone corridor, his steps slow and thoughtful as he watched the two beautiful women walk ahead of him.
Their hips swayed gracefully with every step, their long hair flowing down their backs like silk in the wind.
He tilted his head slightly and let out a small hum, narrowing his eyes while watching Morgana's curvy figure move ahead.
"So... are you going to teach us or something now?"
He asked casually, yet his voice held a slight tension—one that betrayed the unease curling in his chest.
Morgana, the blue-haired seductress whose body could awaken any man's primal instincts, cast a brief glance at him over her shoulder. Her expression was unreadable, cold even, and her voice came out flat, unbothered, carrying a hint of arrogance.
"Since Her Majesty herself ordered me, I have no choice but to obey."
