Chapter 522
The next week passed in a blur for Cain. Most of his time was spent in the basement with Cyrene, who had become somehow more clingy than when she decided that she would be his belt, but who was also obsessively protective of her clutch of eggs.
The one most advanced Lamia of the batch was looking close to hatching already, and everyone who Cyrene had allowed in to visit had agreed that it would likely only be a few more days.
The Blood Dancers had actually started to calm down now that they had a steady daily exercise routine that burned off most of that excess energy. They were coming along well, reaching over level 100 already, and in discussions on what way they should go with their First Advancement class. They had a lot of options already, but they were torn between picking their species' exclusive variant and diversifying their skills.