The border of Noctiflora Forest felt heavier that day.
After six months of constant magic, constant fucking, and constant learning, Ren and Elizabeth walked out into the real world at the edge of the trees. The violet barrier had finally faded, the blooming garden stretched behind them like a dream, and the path ahead led toward the ruined city and the main kingdom of Velmora. The sun was high, the air warm, birds singing. Ren felt lighter than he had in years — his body glowing with the new magic he had mastered, his cock still faintly green-veined under his robe, his mind sharp and powerful.
But Elizabeth stopped.
She stood dead still in the middle of the path. Her eyes were open, unblinking. Her chest did not rise. Her heartbeat had stopped. The wind blew past her, but she did not move. Above them, the sky turned cloudy all at once, birds froze mid-flight like painted statues. The world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Then everything went dark.
