Squinting, Cristian focused on the Croc soldiers; although their armor didn't match the quality of Eternium armor, their physiques were more robust than those of humans.
"We've successfully made them yearn to be a Fallen. It's the birth of your kind, my husband," a pleasant voice chimed in, prompting Cristian to turn his head.
His lips curved into a warm smile upon seeing the blue-haired woman donning a simple yet stunning ocean blue gown, perfectly complementing the hue of her irises.
"I'm glad you're awake," Sheila murmured, enveloping him in a hug and resting her head on his shoulder.
His hand caressed her back as he placed a gentle kiss on her hair, the warmth from their embrace comforting them both. Lowering her head, Sheila lightly touched the bandages around his abdomen, recalling the numerous blades that had pierced his body.