Nafplio, Greece
"The whole world is ending, and we're here on… vacation."
"Don't think of it as a vacation, silly."
Valentine scoffed, looking away from the person who'd practically dragged him here hours ago, insisting that they needed some time to 'breathe'.
And that person was none other than Loki.
The triple S Rank had shape-shifted into a female version of their base form, letting them hold the Necromancer's arm and even lean in affectionately without raising too many eyebrows.
Elderly couples strolled hand in hand beneath wrought-iron lanterns, children chased pigeons across stone-paved squares, and scooters hummed past old Venetian buildings whose weathered façades overlooked the harbour as though they had been patiently watching the sea for centuries.
