Late Hug
Leading the way was Lora, dressed in a sleek black combat suit, her long ink-black hair tied up in a ponytail, exuding both elegance and beauty.
By her side, Marcus cradled their sleeping mermaid offspring in his arms.
Ever since that incident with the impostor, where their mermaid child proudly praised his own biological father for having the highest combat prowess in the entire universe, Marcus had been overflowing with paternal love.
The bond between father and son had become much stronger and harmonious.
Perhaps awakened by the commotion, the mermaid child rubbed his eyes and looked around in confusion.
When his gaze fell upon Lynn, not far away, his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Grandma!" He exclaimed.
Lynn had always worried about this little one, and she quickly stepped forward, taking Van from Marcus's embrace and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"My precious little one, how could you sneak away like that all by yourself!"