A Night of Indulgence in the City of Eternal Night

The war had been long, but for now, it was over. The City of Eternal Night stood quiet, bathed in the glow of the ethereal moon, its towering structures reflecting a haunting beauty against the endless sky. The chaos had faded, the battle won, and a moment of peace finally settled over the land.

I stood at the highest balcony of my palace, gazing out at the world below. The night was calm, yet my mind remained restless, replaying the events that had transpired—the enemies defeated, the balance momentarily restored.

Then, I sensed them.

A presence so familiar, so intoxicatingly powerful, it was impossible to ignore.

Turning slightly, I watched as Velzard approached first, her icy-blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight, her aura exuding an effortless mix of dominance and allure. Right behind her, moving with that same deadly grace, were Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera—each radiating their own unique beauty, their presence commanding, undeniable.

They were not just my strongest allies, not just my generals.

They were my lovers.

Velzard stepped beside me, her voice carrying that teasing, sultry edge she always used when she wanted something.

Velzard (smirking): "Enough brooding, love. We've earned a night to celebrate."

Ultima (grinning): "Yeah! No war talk, no battles—just us, enjoying ourselves."

Testarossa (sipping wine she conjured from nowhere): "I do believe a proper feast is in order. Wouldn't you agree?"

Carrera (laughing as she draped an arm around my shoulder): "And after that, the bath. You're not getting out of this one, got it?"

I exhaled a small chuckle, shaking my head. They knew I couldn't refuse them.

The dining hall was lavish, extravagant, and filled with the finest delicacies from across dimensions. A massive banquet table stretched before us, filled with rare meats, divine wines, enchanted desserts—everything tailored to perfection.

We took our seats, and the night erupted into laughter, teasing, and playful banter.

Ultima (leaning forward, grinning): "you saw how Mariabell reacted when she realized she was completely doomed?"

Testarossa (chuckling as she sipped her wine): "Ah, nothing quite as satisfying as the fall of an arrogant fool."

Carrera (grinning, resting her chin in her palm): "I almost feel bad for not torturing her more."

Velzard, who had been enjoying her drink quietly, finally turned to me with a knowing smile.

Velzard: "You do realize this means we deserve a proper reward, don't you?"

I raised a brow, feigning innocence.

Me: "And what exactly do you have in mind?"

Velzard leaned in closer, her cold fingers tracing lightly over my hand, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

Velzard: "The bath, of course."

They had made me build this place—an opulent hot spring, modeled after the famous ones in Tempest, but infused with ancient, rejuvenating magic.

Steam rose from the crystal-clear waters, illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Waterfalls cascaded gently into the pools, the scent of rare, celestial herbs filling the air.

I stepped into the warm embrace of the water, feeling the tension in my body slowly fade.

Velzard was the first to slide in beside me, her usual icy demeanor melting into something softer, more relaxed. Then came Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera, each claiming their spots around me with a level of familiarity that was almost dangerous.

And finally, the Eminence in Shadow, moving through the mist with that same enigmatic presence, settling effortlessly into his place.

For a moment, there was only silence, the warm water lapping against our skin, the distant hum of magic woven into the atmosphere.

Then, as always, the teasing began.

Carrera (grinning, stretching her arms behind her head): "You know, we really should do this more often."

Ultima (leaning her head back, sighing in pleasure): "Mmm… I could get used to this after every battle."

Testarossa (smirking at me): "A refined idea. A moment of indulgence… before we inevitably return to war."

Velzard tilted her head toward me, her gaze expectant, knowing.

Velzard: "Well? What do you think? A post-battle tradition?"

I let my head fall back, staring at the endless sky, the warmth of the bath, the feel of their presence all around me.

For a moment, there was no war, no enemies, no weight of power or responsibility. Just this—a night of indulgence, a moment of peace.

I smirked.

Me: "Fine. But only because I can never say no to any of you."

Laughter echoed through the bathhouse, and for one night, the world beyond didn't matter.

Tonight, we lived.