[A/N: What an unexpected surprise of R-18 lol.]
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As the swirling mana gathered before Ash and the Dream, a lone figure began to take shape. Towering hundreds of feet into the air, he radiated the crushing aura of a being from the Twenty-First Dimensional level.
His form was draped in dark, shifting robes that seemed to drink in the surrounding light, while his long, white hair streamed freely in the wind.
His eyes blazed with an age-old intensity, torn between emotions too deep to name. This was the warrior the Dream had once nurtured — the same man who had, in the end, turned against her.
Seeing Ash with his arm casually wrapped around the Dream's shoulders, the warrior's expression darkened into a deep frown.
But the moment his gaze shifted to the Dream herself, his eyes softened with unmistakable longing.
She was even more beautiful than he remembered — ethereal, radiant, and carrying a power that made his heart ache with centuries of suppressed desire.
