When everything came to an end, Aurelia nearly crumbled to her knees, but she held strong.

She was tired, the rush of adrenaline that pumped through her veins the moment she thought of Gretel being in danger finally came to an end with a powerful crash.

Odahviing had his life spared, against her desire to absorb the Soul of a powerful Dragon Sage, due to a whisper from Paarthurnax.

Odahviing surely held knowledge that was valuable to them, and her victory over the Dragon meant she could request it from him without fear of deceit or lies.

So, she held her blade and sent the Dragon away, allowing him to join the ancient Dragon upon the Throat of the World.

Whiterun had already started rebuilding and taking apart the slaughtered Dragons, with the majority having already been dragged right in front of Jorrvaskr, allowing her to devour their Souls in one swift moment.

Her tired legs carried her to her home in Whiterun, the small cozy place having been demolished by the Dragon that ended up becoming a snack for Gretel.

The sight of the rubble before her left Aurelia feeling… Sad. This was her home with Leonidas.

Where it started as simply her keeping an eye on a random, silly Undead and waiting for him to slip and make a mistake… It instead ended with the Undead teaching her many things, opening her eyes to the whole world, and even fixing her. Or at least, putting her on the path of recovery.

It didn't really hold that many memories – aside from the memory of her hugging Leonidas – but it was still a place that, in the distant future, she looked forward to coming back.

With him, and hopefully, a few others.

A smile spreads across her face, warm and overflowing with love, when she feels a small hand grab hers. Looking down, Aurelia takes in the cleaned up form of Gretel, her hair all ruffled and still slightly damp from the bath she was likely forced to take.

"The Dragon kinda wrecked that side of the house…" The young child starts, using her free hand to point at the left side of the crumbled home. "The rest is kinda my fault. Launched his fat ass across the street though!"

Aurelia laughs, crouching down to hug and pick up the giggling girl and hug her tight, "How did you even manage to do that?"

While she had taken note of Hildr's sheer talent with Magic, Aurelia had noticed no such thing with Gretel. In fact, the girl did not even like using Magic, and had only shown a slight interest in learning it just so she could use Leonidas horrifying Magic Missile.

Aside from that, Gretel's only desire was to clearly master the gift Hircine had given her whole family for countless generations.

"Well, now that's a bit hard to explain…" Gretel huffs as Aurelia holds her close, using some rubble as a seat so to place the girl on her lap and tend to her damp hair. "Basically… You could say there are stages to a Divine Blessing?"

Aurelia tilts her head at that, "Stages?"

"Yeah, based on like… How much you worship, or how liked you are by your God, stuff like that. You know, like Champions and stuff?" Aurelia hums in understanding at that, wondering if a God's preferences matter when they pick a Champion or the like instead of always going for the strongest.

"So because Hircine adores you so much, your Lycanthropy is much stronger than usual?" Aurelia guesses, and Gretel does a cute so-so gesture with her small hands.

"From what big sis and granny used to tell me, Divine Blessings can be passed down. Just… In a very weakened form, I guess?" Gretel shrugs, "So when my family just kept making Champions or Hounds or Hunters for Lord Hircine, the blessing passed down just kept growing stronger and stronger."

"Until, at one point, our Werewolf form is no longer that of a half-wolf and half-human, but that of a giant wolf! Cool, right?!"

Aurelia believed it was far more complex than that, and she knew that Gretel likely did not pay attention during the explanation given to her by her family. Or she likely forgot. Maybe both, too.

"So you don't have a Werewolf form anymore?"

"Oh no, I do!" Aurelia sighs.

"You just said otherwise…"

"I say a lot of things. I myself am unsure on the majority of them." The child shrugs, "I just talk to talk. And annoy people."

Aurelia huffs and hugs the adorable brat tightly, a giant smile on both of their faces. "Though going big wolf form is… Kinda dangerous."

"Dangerous how?"

Reaching up, Gretel tries to scratch her cheek. Aurelia pushes down her small leg and forces the young girl to scratch herself with her hand instead of with her leg like a dog. "Makes me very hungry. The longer I use it, the harder it gets to think, so I just wanna eat and eat. Can't really use it for long though, since am so young."

Aurelia wonders if Gretel would have been alright fighting against those disgusting Argonians that were originally hunting her.

But then, if she was never in danger, Hircine would have never approached them in the first place. The Daedric Prince truly believed Gretel was in danger and wouldn't have been able to protect herself against those monsters.

"Then, could Hildr do the same?" Though, Aurelia reminded herself that Hildr gave up her blessing due to being unable to control herself.

Gretel nods, "Big Sis is on a whole other level." Her small hand waves towards a nearby home, having been spared from the majority of the destruction, "Like, my wolf form is kinda the size of that house."

"Big Sis'? That house is the size of her paw." Aurelia blanches and gapes at that.

"And that was when she was young." A sudden, powerful voice injects in their conversation, and Aurelia jumps, turning her head to regard a black crow with glowing red eyes standing beside her.

Gretel gasps and kicks her feet, "Lord Hircine!" The child greets her God with an eager wave of her hand, "Did ya see me kick that Dragon's butt?!"

A powerful, yet warm and loving chuckle flows out of the crow's beak, "It was a wonderful hunt, my dear pup. Your parents are most delighted in your achievement." Aurelia finds her heart warming at the Daedric Prince's words.

Was he keeping contact between Gretel and her deceased parents, now living and hunting freely within his Plane of Existence?

Gretel preens under the praise, a massive smug grin stretched across her adorable chubby cheeks. "In fact, someone who dearly misses you has sent you a gift."

With a flap of the crows wings, a small dagger materialized in the air between them. Pitch black, darker than a starless night, yet Aurelia could instinctively feel that it could carve through her armor like its butter.

"A dagger made out of a small piece I carved out of the World-Eater's sharp claw. A gift for you, from Leonidas."

For once, Aurelia could see Gretel be left speechless, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping as she received the gift with small, shaky hands.

Smiling softly, Aurelia pats her head and leans down to kiss her forehead, then hugs her tight when the girl sniffles softly and hides her face to not show her tears.

"He has sent a gift for you too, Dragonborn." Hircine speaks up, earning Aurelia's attention. "An upgrade to your armor, if you will."

Another flap of the wings, and Aurelia blinks as the armor around her body changed. From dark green scales to thick, heavy and dense pitch black ones, a savage aura overflowing from the thick and heavy armor that resembled her previous one.

It just felt different. The original boost from the Enchantment placed on it now was far, far greater. "What did Leo do, exactly?"

She knew he had fought Alduin and repelled the beast, but not what exactly happened during the battle. And she didn't really want to think about it, as she hated herself for not being there to do her duty.

"He just thoroughly humiliated the World-Eater, and gifted the severed claw he had left behind to me."

...Oh, she was going to do things to that dumb skeleton.

"Thank you, Lord Hircine." The Daedric Prince chuckles, though Aurelia couldn't guess whether his good mood was from Leonidas' gift, or from Gretel killing a Dragon.

Perhaps both, even.

"No need for thanks. It is my pleasure." The God states lightly, the glowing gaze of his momentary avatar gently resting on the still quietly weeping Gretel before the crow flaps its wings.

With those last words, the crow departed, and Aurelia watched it go as she hugged and patted the child on her lap.

"Shall we go get ready?" Aurelia gently whispers down towards Gretel, loving smile on her face.

Gretel sniffles and looks up, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand as she gives Aurelia a confused look.

The older woman grins at that, "Did you forget what I said earlier? We'll go to Windhelm and get back with Hildr and Leonidas."

While her training wasn't really done, Paarthurnax had told her that the rest of the training was a road she had to discover by herself.

She had learned all the Shouts, and had gained much wisdom and insights in many of them through the Dragons she slayed atop the Throat of the World, but mastering them is up to her.

She had to gain her own views and insights in them, not let herself be guided by what she gains from others.

Plus…

As Gretel hugs her tightly, Aurelia lifts her gaze towards the grand palace of Dragonsreach. The front lay demolished, but the fact that it still stood showed how quickly the Dragon that had smashed into it was slain.

For some reason, she felt like the Dragons truly fucked up with this attack.

They gave the people of Skyrim a very good reason to stop fighting and stand united.

So Aurelia truly believed that the Civil War was as good as over.

~~XXX~~

"Thought I'd find you drunk inside the tavern, not out here." I muse aloud as I approach the towering man staring out at the sea.

Deinmaar chuckles, his massive form leaned against the wall of the guard tower I found him in, "It got a bit awkward when I drank everyone under the table."

I laugh at that. I walked into the tavern and found everyone absolutely knocked out cold, some having been punched into a good night's sleep instead of having gone unconscious from too much mead.

Hell, there were several holes in the ceiling again. Pretty sure Deinmaar punched some fuckers into the stratosphere.

"So, how's the mead of the Fourth Era?" I hope on the wall, the starry sky above being quite a lovely sight that helps me relax. Even if here they are just holes in Reality left behind by Magnus and the others leaving, it is still a beautiful sight.

Deinmaar grunts and turns on his side, a light grin on his face, visible as he had removed his large dragon skull-like helmet, revealing quite the handsome man beneath with a long mane of pitch black hair that descended down his back. "Nearly took me out with one barrel, I won't lie."

"The Mead of the Merethic Era stands no chance against whatever monstrosity they put inside those barrels." The giant of a man winches, and I laugh at that. I'm sure Old Rob is proud that they nearly brought this titan of a man down with just one barrel.

Hell, I am absolutely baffled that these fuckers can drink so much powerful Mead and get to reach their eighties or higher.

Nord Livers are overpowered, I swear.

"How are you feeling now, buddy?" Deinmaar sighs, his shoulders slumping faintly as his gaze grows… distant. Lost, even.

"Better than I have in a long time." He admits after a few seconds, a light smile on his face as he turns towards me, "I'll need some time still, but I can take the final steps to recovery myself."

I reach over and pat him on the shoulder a few times, "Never think that you've done bad. I dare not imagine how many lives you saved due to your actions that day."

Deinmaar sighs and nods, "In the end, blood still needs to be spilled in order to do good. I am just… Glad that it turned out as well as I had hoped."

"Yeah…" I sigh softly at his words. 'Blood still needs to be spilled in order to do good', huh? Ain't that exactly what I need to do to grow stronger?

Curse this damnable System and powers I have.

"If I could bear all responsibilities and duties, I would." I start softly, staring out towards the dark horizon far ahead, "There is someone I care about. A lot. She was dragged into all of this by a Prophecy, forcing her to rise up and become a possible savior of this entire World."

"If I could take that role from her, I would. I'd spare her all the hardship, all the struggle, all the fighting. I'd do it all for her." I sigh and shake my head, dropping my gaze to stare down at my gauntlet-clad hands, because I cannot look at my frozen corpse. I just can't.

"But I can't do it all alone, lest I lose myself." Because one cannot give me such a quick way to gather power, but expect me not to break beneath the weight of my lack of… Everything. "So I need help."

I turn to Deinmaar, finally, "And you are one of the few that I know I can trust to keep up, and help." If I could smile, I would, "And one of the few that I know would do it all with a grin on his face."

Deinmaar chuckles softly and shakes his head, "What can I say? I do love stories of Heroes saving the day." That's fair, I kinda like those too.

"That friend you mentioned…" Deinmaar starts after a few seconds of silence, "Is she the woman I saw you leave with?"

Ah, he saw Hildr.

Thinking of the red-head makes me go a bit quiet. Her words, her worry, her hug that I couldn't feel… I'm going crazy.

And I feel so horrible.

"She's someone else I deeply care for." I sigh and lean back, "It's all so fucking complicated, and it just annoys me."

Deinmaar blinks, then his eyes widen in understanding, "Because of you being an Undead…" I nod, and he winches. "I dare not imagine the struggles you are facing, brother."

Not gonna lie, I like being called that. This guy is an homie.

"Matters of love can indeed be quite annoying." His gaze grows wistful, a faint hint of sadness visible through his smile.

I hum as I stare at him, "Let me guess… Konahriik?" He chuckles but doesn't answer.

Guess I hit the spot, huh? He had the hots for this mysterious lady, but perhaps the war starting didn't allow him to try and court her properly.

Makes me want to meet her even more.

I've never been one to get attached easily. Attracted to beauty? That is a fuck yes, and goddamn do Hildr and Aurelia blow any woman I've met throughout my life out of the park.

But I guess that my deteriorating mental state just… changed things, and now I am clearly very, very attracted to both of these wonderful women.

And ain't that a giant fuckin' headache?

I'm not blind, or these like those stupid anime characters. I can tell that Hildr is very attracted to me, and that there is mutual attraction between me and Aurelia.

Just… I do not know how to handle all this, hence why I've been acting blind.

"Fighting Alduin is easier than handling all this love bullshit."

Deinmaar nods at my wise words, "Couldn't agree more."

We share a light laugh at that before we fall quiet and just enjoy the view.

"Speaking off Alduin…" Deinmaar starts, straightening himself as he does so, "Our victory against him is a great boon, but also not."

I tilt my head at his words, "What do you meant?"

"We've likely bought ourselves and the whole of Skyrim a great deal of time with this victory. A few months at worst, a whole year or a bit more at best." If I had eyes, they'd be wide right now.

"And the bad to this is…?"

Crossing his massive arms, Deinmaar frowns, "Alduin will now fully focus on rebuilding his army and regaining his strength."

So he'll unleash death and destruction left and right in order to thrive in it.

Fuck.

"It won't just be everywhere all at once." The titan of a man explains, drawing my attention, "He can't gain strength from death that isn't within his range, which Konahriik speculated is around the size of Skyrim."

So he'll lead massacres personally. Or, where there are Dragons laying waste to the populace, Alduin is sure to be somewhere nearby.

Though, Skyrim is massive, and Alduin might as well not always be very close to the destruction his soldiers will bring.

"He'll still need to bring his soldiers to heel though, no?" I point out, which makes Deinmaar pause.

"That is true. I did not consider that." He hums and cups his chin in thought, "They will start doubting his strength. Dragon Sages are prideful and won't side with him lightly, much less the Great Sages."

Right, speaking of those… "How many Great Sages are there, to be exact?"

I know Lah is one of them, and is likely the strongest too, but me and Aurelia forgot to ask Paarthurnax about any info on the others.

"Unless things have changed, then there are just a few of them, but their might is unquestionable. Each one has a title related to their greatest Shout."

"The Frost Saint, the Sky Saint, the Force Saint, and finally, the strongest of them all…" Deinmaar wets his lips, a hint of reverence in his eyes, "The Blade Saint and Knowledge Saint."

Lah. Lah has to be Knowledge.

"The Blade Saint will be our greatest problem." Deinmaar sighs, "He was the most loyal follower of Alduin before his death. Before the war started, the Blade Saint challenged the Knowledge Saint to a battle, where he was slain in the process, but his Soul was spared due to Alduin interfering."

Well, I guess if we can get Lah on our side, then this guy won't really be much to worry about.

"Any Saint that you think might join Alduin's side?"

The Atmoran hums, "Probably the Sky Saint. He is… Fun. A 'Battle Junkie', as Konahriik used to call the guy." Huh, now that is hilarious.

"As for the other two, I do not know. The Force Saint I've seen from a distance, but I've never seen the Frost Saint before, and heard very little about them too."

Bad, but not worrying I guess. At least we are aware of them.

I sigh and cross my own arms, "So, we got time… Might as well use it as best as we can." Then a thought hits me, and I couldn't help but snort softly.

"What is it, brother?"

"I just find it hilarious that the very essence of a Dragon's being is being used against them." I point out with no small amount of amusement, which bring a chuckle out of Deinmaar.

Once more, silence falls between us. Calm and comfortable.

Though it doesn't last long, as soon the man blinks in confusion and scratches at his chin in thought.

"Brother…" He starts as he looks around, "I just noticed, but… I'm pretty sure there was supposed to be a lot more land here."

I pause at his confused words, then realization hits me. Ah, he must've done his stuff before Miraak's betrayal and eventual ass-kicking.

"Allow me, my dear friend, to tell you about the meanest ass-beating a motherfucker has caught within these lands."

And so, I tell Deinmaar about Miraak, and the vicious ass-beating that made him delusional.

~~XXX~~

"Everyone here?"

"Everyone of importance, yes." I don't miss the amused twitch of the lips from Savos at my words.

Especially after I bitch-slapped and kicked Ancano out of the room.

"Alright." I clap my hands together as I stand over the large table in the middle of the room, "First of all, introduction are in order. Everyone, this is Deinmaar."

I wave to the titan of a man standing beside me, who gives a light bow of his head, his helmet back on, "He is a Dragon Priest from the Merethic Era. One you can fully trust."

Old Rob, of course, couldn't help but pipe, "And any cunt that can't trust that big motherfucker is gonna get stabbed. By me, obviously." Yes, thank you for your support, good sir.

Can you even hit your target with that weird fuckin' eye of yours?

Somehow, I think the old man heard my thoughts, 'cause now he is glaring my way. Anyway. "Deinmaar, these are the teachers of the College of Winterhold, each one a master of a different school of magic, with Savos Aren over there being the current Archmage."

The teachers bow their heads in greeting, some in genuine awe while others in a mix of fear and apprehension.

"And finally, this is Hildr, a dear friend of mine." I nod towards the red-haired woman standing beside me, and lingering very close to me. After yesterday, she has been very quiet, and has just quietly hovered around me.

Her attire was a bit different this time, as Hircine delivered the gift I requested from our quick deal.

Her pants, boots and gloves were made from the scales of Alduin, with her fluffy white shirt now covering the under-armor suit that went beneath.

Plus, as a finish touch, she now has a lone small scale from Alduin as her new eyepatch. Her old one is now in the trash, which tells me she quite likes this gift of mine.

"It is a pleasure to meet all of you." Deinmaar rumbles out, arms crossed before him, "I will not ask all of you to trust me. I simply plan on earning that right through my own actions."

The first to speak was surprisingly Colette, the Restoration Master, "Leonidas vouches for you, so I already like you, big guy!" Hildr, don't glare at the woman so harshly. She is already sweating and regretting her words.

Still, she's so damn cute. Like a territorial puppy.

"Don't worry, your charm will conquer 'em all in no time, buddy." I pat Deinmaar's back before clapping my hands together, "Now, to focus on why I gathered and dragged all of you here." Yes, I had to bodily drag Savos here.

He was drinking himself under the table with the excuse of 'There's another one...'.

Dragon Priest trauma is one hell of a thing.

"It's the Falmer issue, right?" Faralda asks, and I nod, making the small room get serious.

Funnily enough, Deinmaar did not know what the Falmer were exactly, due to them becoming a thing after the Merethic Era.

"With the big guy on our side, its time we get serious and start taking on the issue instead of just waiting around." With a gesture, I let Deinmaar take the table. The dude has taken part in many battles, so I can trust his judgment when it comes to making plans for battles and wars.

Stepping forward, Deinmaar speaks, "For starters, I will bring forth some bad news." He starts, making everyone perk up, "The Falmers are being led by a Dragon." His hand comes up just as everyone other than Hildr and Savos jump at the information.

"While bad, the Dragon is not a problem. He is but an annoyance, at most." The teachers visibly relax at Deinmaar words, "Vulthuryol is his name, a disgusting Dragon that weaponized the immortality of his race… And practices an accursed form of Necromancy called Fleshcrafting."

Phinis, the current Conjurer Master at the College, perks up in horror and disgust at that, "That accursed practice?! And a Dragon of all things is making use of it?!"

I couldn't help but perk up at that, "What exactly is Fleshcrafting?" Far as I know, Phinis is trying to make Necromancy not appear as bad due to the actions of other twisted idiots, yet now a branch of it is bringing out such horror from the guy.

Phinis pales and gulps, "It's a practice that centers around tearing body parts from corpses… And infusing them on other corpses to create a Golem, or attaching them to one's living body."

Well… That sounds as disgusting and as horrid as I could have expected. Good thing Aurelia isn't here, then.

Nodding, Deinmaar speaks up, "Vulthuryol was a criminal among the Dragon Race. He killed his own kind and Fleshcrafted their bodies upon his own."

"Before I was… imprisoned, Vulthuryol had a total of three heads and a massive body."

And when Kara and Lah nearly vaporized him and punched a hole down to Blackreach, he had five heads in total.

Now, nearly four whole Eras after, he probably has quite a few more.

"I sense some good news among this information." Savos speaks up, and Deinmaar nods at the Archmage.

"Vulthuryol is unable to use Dragon Shouts." I reel back in surprise at that.

"He can still use breath attacks, but they are negligible in power compared to other Dragons."

I cup my masked chin in thought, "So that must be why he is Fleshcrafting Dragon heads upon himself. Quantity over quality." Deinmaar nods at my words.

What an utterly disgusting being. I guess I can see why he hates Lah so much and has attacked him so many times.

Of course the Dragon that cannot master anything hates the Dragon that has mastered everything. Lah is basically everything Vulthuryol clearly craves but can never achieve.

"Then what is our plan of action regarding him?" Hildr speaks up, leaning close against me.

"Leave him to me and Leonidas." Deinmaar declares, "The best way to handle him, is to obliterate his whole body in one decisive blow. Me and Leonidas can handle that once he shows himself."

His gaze then lowers down to stare at the teacher, "Your assistance will be in handling the more important issue; The Falmer."

"Our best course of action is to challenge them within the mountain. We breach in, gain ground, seek the assistance of Alteration Mages to create a fortress to stand and defend in and tear through their numbers."

"Mages will rain down Spells and archers will rain down arrows, while the guards will mow down any that grow close."

I speak up soon after, "My large scale Restoration Spell will also empower the soldiers and make them nigh-immortal as long as they protect their heads."

"And I can take care of any severed limbs!" Colette calls out, and I nod in her direction.

Old Rob grunts and crosses his arms, "So we give the soldiers some good helmets? Easy enough."

Faralda raises her hand right after, "Is it wise to take the fight within the mountain, though?"

"A fair worry." Deinmaar nods, "But yes, it is best we do so and keep the outside in case we need to retreat. If we let them overflow out, they can damage the city with Spells flying in all directions, and their corpses will just pile up, allowing them to climb higher and higher."

Faralda nods and relaxes, visibly liking the fact that Deinmaar is worried for the city getting damaged during the battle by stray Spells.

"How many soldiers should we recruit, then?" Savos asks, a hand on his chin.

Deinmaar hums and crosses his massive arms once more, then turns towards me, "What do you suggest, brother?"

I reach up to rub the necklace Hircine gifted me as I think for a few short seconds, "One-hundred soldiers. Sword and shields. The archers don't even need to be good shots, they just need to rain arrows as fast as they can, because we are facing such numbers that the arrows will hit anyway."

"Plus, I can call upon a veritable army through a gift from Hircine. I am good friends with one of his powerful Hunters, so with him and a battalion of Werewolves, we don't need to sacrifice too much manpower."

Been a while since I called on Marius too. Gotta let the big guy enjoy such a large scale battle, as he seems to be a fan of those.

Phinis hums and cups his chin in thought before turning towards Savos, "Archmage, permission to use Necromancy during the battle? I can turn a few dozen fallen Falmers to fight on our side."

Savos nods, "I have no objection. What about everyone here?" We all just shake our heads, because it is indeed a good plan. "You have the go ahead, Phinis."

"Word of warning…" I speak up once more, "Be mindful of the Spells that are launched. The ground inside the mountain can likely collapse with ease, and that means a very long drop kilometers long."

I lean back, then hum and tilt my head to the side, "Anything else we might be missing?"

There is short lapse of quiet as everyone mulls over the plan, before Hildr speaks up from beside me, "The Falmer could have other exits and may try to attack from other fronts."

Right, absolutely forgot about that. I've checked the city already with my Mind's Eye and found no tunnels dug beneath it, but the Falmer might have made other exits. Better not risk that.

"Then we can divide our forces." Savos suggests, then turns towards his colleagues, "Mirabelle, take Nirya and some of the other students to guard the walls. I will stand at the ready to assist any side that requires assistance."

Sounds like we got everything mostly under control and decided, then. It's nice to see everyone work together.

Mainly because Ancano isn't here, lest he'd have fucked up a lot of stuff. Not that he won't try to do it once the battle starts.

"We done with planning then?" Old Rob grunts out, then grunts again when we nod, "Good, let's start preparing a good welcome for them filthy, inbred, blind, skeever-fucking dark-dwelling piss-smelling-"

I tune out the river of insults flowing out Old Rob's mouth as he walks out the room, the slurs growing worse with each passing second and earning wince after wince by the surrounding mages and Deinmaar himself.

"You good, buddy?" I ask Deinmaar, who sulks slightly as everyone other than Hildr walks out of the room to go and prepare for the attack.

"You told me the history between my people and the Snow Elves…" He starts, his voice strangely quiet, "And I really want to side with my people, but…"

"But?"

"But Konahriik is a Snow Elf herself…"

Huh…

Welp.

I pat him on the back, "Well, you know what they say, buddy…" I start in comfort, making him perk up.

"Fuck over her Race and then fuck her in the puss-"

"LEO!"

Why do people always stop me from giving others the best advice in the Universe?

Sigh…

I am never appreciated here, I swear.

A.N. Small Interlude chapter to set up the next series of chapters that shall mark the end of this Arc!

Also, honestly, the Multiverse traveling might appear soon.

What worlds would ya like to see everyone travel to?

Also, remember how I once had Leo fear the existence of a Dragon wielding the power of Autism?

Yeah, that's the Sky Saint. Am gonna love writing that goofball.

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