DING![System Alert: Partner Jealousy Spike Reached Peak Level!][Relationship Points -200!][System Warning: Protocol Rule Active! User is Strictly Forbidden from Using System Features or Providing Direct System Resource Assistance to Unaffiliated Females Outside Official Partners!]Ryker tried to offer Aria a gentle, reassuring look, but the hawk princess crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her expression as hard as stone.Noticing the thick tension thick between her husband and her sister-wife, Cora immediately stepped in to take control. As a clever wolfkin, Cora knew full well that if Ryker so much as touched or carried the dragonkin woman, Aria's temper would blow sky-high.Cora stepped toward Lyra, who was still sobbing silently while holding her unconscious son. "We're bringing you and your family to a safe room inside the palace complex."Lyra could feel the icy air and suffocating tension radiating from Aria. The dragonkin woman was acutely aware of her standing as a he

Ryker clenched his fists, exhaling a long breath heavy with resolve. If the system blocks magic and elixirs... then I’ll use my own two hands and my own damn brain.He turned toward the workshop door and barked an order to his three trusted Orc lieutenants. "Gorg! Thrum! Bork! Get in here!"The three hulking Orcs marched inside."What are your orders, Chief?" Gorg asked."I need the sturdiest, smoothest hardwood we have in the storehouse. Grab a few bars of forged iron and some treated leather, too."Thrum furrowed his heavy green brow. "Wood and iron, Chief? Are we preparing for war?""Not a war," Ryker replied, unrolling a sheet of rough parchment onto the workbench. On it, he had drawn a detailed schematic of a wheelchair. "This is for Lady Lyra. You three, grab the materials now. Cut the timber to the exact measurements marked on this sheet, and bend those iron bars into circular rims over the forge. Got it?""On it, Chief!" Bork grunted eagerly. The three Orcs moved out without a

Kaelen brought his black-flame-coated broadsword crashing down toward Gorg's head. Sparks flew and metal shrieked as Gorg caught the blow on the shaft of his heavy war-axe. The sheer weight of Kaelen’s strike cracked the earth beneath Gorg's boots. The Orc growled, his arm muscles bulging as he strained to hold off the Black Dragon Commander."Is this the best the Southern Citadel has to offer?!" Kaelen sneered. Without missing a beat, he drove a heavy front kick straight into Gorg’s chest. The impact sent the massive Orc airborne, plowing through a mature teak tree that snapped upon impact."Gorg!" Bork roared. He brought his double-headed axe around in a deadly side sweep aimed right at Kaelen’s neck. But Bork’s heavy swing was far too slow against high-tier dragon reflexes. Kaelen ducked effortlessly, released his grip with one hand, and caught Bork by the throat mid-swing.Black fire erupted instantly from Kaelen's palm, searing the skin of Bork's neck. Bork roared in agony as Kae

Days melted into one another until the overcast sky stretched across the gloomy northern realm. Queen Vanya prepared to descend into the Outer Sector, flanked by Sebastian—her elite bodyguard, trusted court shaman, and secret lover."Look at me, having to handle this mess myself," Vanya sneered softly, rubbing her abdomen as they cut through the dark clouds."You're putting yourself—and our unborn child—at risk," Sebastian warned, taking a quick moment to gently touch her stomach."Those dragon men are utterly useless. Give them a simple job to kill a blind, paralyzed woman and they still drop the ball. I'll deal with her personally."Sebastian gazed at Vanya with an affection carefully hidden from the rest of the world. Beneath his sworn duty as her guard lay a long-standing, secret romance. Truth be told, Vanya loved Sebastian far more than her husband; her marriage to King Vaelor was nothing more than a calculated stepping stone to seize the dragon throne."Be careful, my Queen. I

Daybreak cracked over the Outer Sector, casting a golden hue across the beastkin village. As the locals went about their morning routines—setting up market stalls, tending crops, and unlocking shop doors—a sinister operation was already unfolding from the ridge overlooking the central square.Queen Vanya stood poised at the cliff's edge, the morning breeze whipping through her lavish gown. Beside her, Sebastian stood ready, shrouded in a heavy dark mantle."Do it now," Vanya commanded, her voice dropping into a deadly whisper as a tight smirk tugged at her lips. "Make today the start of their worst nightmare."Sebastian gave a sharp nod. Crossing his hands over his chest, he began chanting low, forbidden incantations. From between his knuckles, a faint, invisible violet mist spilled out, rolling rapidly down the hillside and seeping through the cracks and floorboards of the homes below.Within hours, the dark magic took its toll.At the edge of the market, an elderly Rabbit-clan merch