"How are things going on with the Upper Plane?" Damian asked, rubbing his wife's cheeks lovingly.
"Nothing much, darling... the last wave of raiders that invaded our universe has been neutralized without heavy loss on our side. We're actually doing pretty well, but not as good as we used to," Lenora slowly muttered as she tightly encircled her arms around his and they calmly walked along the river, enjoying the privacy and the scenery.
"You look worried, my love," the Werewolf King said with a concerned expression.
"The last wave of raiders was too powerful. We barely managed to win, and we had to employ thousands of gods or mortals possessing godlike combat powers to defeat them... The losses weren't much, but they were still significantly high, something that cannot be ignored," Lenora continued, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.
