Proud

No matter how strong his Perception was, he couldn't find a single flaw. Her skin was soft and supple, glowing with health. Her golden hair had an added level of sheen to it, still reflecting the light of the moon and the nine red-gold clouds that hung above their heads. Although her assets didn't grow in size, they had become even more perfectly proportioned, as though the golden ratio wasn't based on natures whim, but rather her body…

"The suppression is gone, my little man. Don't you want to have fun with me?" Evangeline happily teased Dyon with her words. She no longer needed to entice him with her hot breath or her endless cleavage. She simply stood and allowed the world to bask in her beauty, exuding an aura of absolute confidence.

Dyon's runic flame and the poison ran rampant in its body, both emanating an impossible level of heat, yet of drastically different kinds. Even so, Dyon didn't move.