Protective Dome

Apollo grunted as he and Cora rushed toward Aurum, the weight of their duty hanging heavy in the air. "What a way to spend our honeymoon," he muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

Cora laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in, kissing him deeply, her lips warm and tender against his. As they pulled apart, she whispered, her voice full of promise, "We'll make it up to each other after this fight." 

Another quick peck followed, her gaze locking with his. "Don't overexert yourself today. And let's name the green dragon spirit inside of you Zane, because it's given you another life to be with me."

Apollo grinned, his heart swelling with love for her. "Zane it is, then. You heard my wife," he said, speaking to the spirit within him. "From now on, I'll call you Zane, and I'll make sure you protect me so I can return safe and sound for our honeymoon."