Amidst the destroyed building, rubble and broken stone littered the ground.

The faint glow of the setting sun filtered through the cracks in the ceiling, casting long shadows across the battlefield.

A white-haired woman in gleaming armor stood tall with her spear held firmly in her grip.

Her long blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, a few strands sticking to her sweat-glistened face.

Opposite to her, a massive man was standing with a big club with spikes in his hand.

His clothes were torn and bloodstained, and his face was twisted in a mixture of rage and confusion.

*swoosh*

The two of them clashed in the center of the ruined hall, their weapons meeting with a deafening *clang* that echoed through the destroyed building.

The woman dodged a heavy swing of the club, spinning around to deliver a sharp thrust toward his side.

"Urgh-" The man barely managed to block it with the shaft of his club, grunting as the force pushed him back a step.

"Why are you destroying us? Fighting us?" the man roared, swinging his club in a wide arc that forced her to leap back.

"We’ve done nothing to you!"

The woman’s eyes narrowed as she dashed forward again, spinning her spear in a deadly arc.

"Because you are the Acolyte of the Gods who fought against my Master in the Great War," she replied in a cold voice.

"In that war, my Master was killed. And I will make every last one of you pay for it."

She thrust her spear forward with explosive speed with the tip aimed straight for his chest.

The man barely managed to deflect it with his club, but the force of the strike made him stagger back, his boots scraping against the rubble-strewn floor.

"You’re insane!" the man shouted, blocking another thrust and countering with a heavy swing that forced her to leap back.

"The Great War is over! Your Master is dead! Why keep fighting?!"

The woman’s eyes burned with cold fury as she dashed forward again.

"Because some things never end," she replied, her voice filled with pain and rage.

"My Master was everything to me. And you... your Gods... took him from me. I will destroy every last Acolyte until the debt is paid."

A dark glint passed through her eyes.

Dark Moon: Crescent Slash.

The air around her seemed to still for a second, and then, with a swift, elegant motion, she swung her spear in a crescent-shaped arc.

The blade glowed with dark energy as it cut through the air, leaving a trail of black light in its path.

The man tried to block it with his club, but it was too late.

The blade sliced through his club easily, then continued its path across his neck.

Shing-!

His head was severed cleanly, flying through the air as blood sprayed in a wide arc.

His body stood for a moment longer, then collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, joining the other corpses littering the ruined building.

The debt was paid. One more Acolyte of the Gods had fallen.

She wiped the blood from her spear with a piece of cloth from her armor as she looked around the destroyed building.

As she was about to leave, she frowned slightly and turned to look at the black energy flying in the air.

’...A curse?’

She raised her hand, her fingers glowing with a faint blue light as she touched the curse.

The black energy responded immediately, swirling around her hand before forming a faint, flickering image in the air.

’A message from Hela?’

The image stabilized, showing Hela, "Master... is alive. He has reincarnated in another world. He is waiting for us."

The next moment, the woman’s eyes shrank in shock.

The spear slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground as she stood frozen.

Her heart pounded in her chest "M-Master..."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she fell to her knees amidst the rubble and she clutched her chest with trembling hands.

"Master... Irakiel... you’re alive?"

The black energy dissipated, the message from Hela fading into the air as the woman remained on her knees, tears streaming down her face as she laughed and cried at the same time.

"Master. This disciple of yours will surely come back to you..."

---

Two days passed quickly.

Inside a hotel room, Klein, Cynthia, and Arwen entered, closing the door behind them.

"Today’s dinner was great. Beef was good," Klein said, stretching his arms above his head as he kicked off his shoes.

Arwen smiled, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge as she untied her hair, letting her long black hair fall down her back.

"It really was. The restaurant you chose was perfect, Klein. I’m glad we decided to take a short trip like this."

Cynthia nodded, already pulling off her jacket and tossing it onto a chair.

She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts, her long white hair tied in a loose ponytail as she flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh.

"Yeah. It was nice to get out of the house for a bit."

Klein smiled, watching both women as he changed into comfortable pants and a loose t-shirt.

The past two days had been a much-needed break, a short getaway to a nearby city where they could relax without the pressures of their daily lives.

He climbed onto the bed, lying down in the middle as Arwen and Cynthia moved to either side of him.

Arwen snuggled against his left side, resting her head on his chest as she wrapped an arm around his waist.

Cynthia took his right side, pressing herself close as she draped an arm over his stomach, her leg tangling with his.

Seeing this, Arwen pulled off her clothes and removed her bra, letting her breasts out "Come here, come to mommy."

Klein immediately moved to her, pressing his face against her breasts, resting his cheek on the soft, warm flesh as he nuzzled closer.

Arwen let out a soft, contented sigh and gently stroked his black hair as she held him against her chest.

Cynthia was surprised to see this, and a playful grin appeared on Arwen’s face as she looked at Cynthia over Klein’s head.

’Hehe, you are not this close to Klein, are you-’

Before Arwen could finish, Cynthia immediately removed her tank top and bra, revealing her breasts.

She pulled Klein toward her, gently turning his head so his face pressed against her chest instead.

"Come here, Kay," she whispered, her voice husky with affection. "You can have mine too."

Klein let out a soft, surprised sound but didn’t resist.

He nuzzled his face between Cynthia’s breasts, his cheek resting on the smooth skin as he inhaled her scent.

Arwen smiled playfully as she watched Cynthia pull Klein toward her breasts.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she gently turned Klein’s head back toward her own chest, pressing his face deeper into her warm breasts.

"He was with me first," Arwen said as she hugged his head closer, her breasts squishing against his face.

Cynthia laughed, not willing to back down. She grabbed Klein’s head and pulled him back toward her, pressing his face between her own breasts as she hugged him tightly.

"No way. He was looking at me first tonight,"

Klein’s face was suddenly caught between both women’s breasts, his cheeks pressed against their soft, warm flesh as they fought over him.

Arwen laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his head as she tried to pull him closer to her chest.

"Tonight, it’s my turn."

Cynthia grinned, her hands holding Klein’s head as she pressed her breasts against his face, refusing to let go.

"No, he’s mine tonight. You had him all last night."

Klein’s muffled voice came from between their breasts as he tried to speak.

"You two... are going to suffocate me..."

Both women laughed, but they didn’t let go. Instead, they playfully squished his face even more between their breasts.

Arwen’s soft breasts pressed against one side of his face, brushing her hard nipples against his cheek as she hugged him.

Cynthia’s breasts pressed against the other side, her smooth skin squishing against his other cheek as she held him tightly.

Cynthia giggled, "See? He likes it. He’s not complaining."

Arwen smiled, gently stroking Klein’s hair "Of course he likes it. Why wouldn’t he?"

"Come here and suck on my nipples. Momma got the milk."

"No, come here-"

"Mine is softer."