Noctar held Ardyn's hand as they exited the shattered remains of her office wing, stepping into the crisp afternoon sun that felt like a baptism after the dust and fury. "The place I have in mind isn't far by coordinate distance," he said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand, "but it's a significant walk through uneven terrain. Would you prefer to drive?"
Ardyn, who still felt a pleasant, lingering weakness in her knees and a delicious buzz in her veins, nodded. "Drive, please. I think my legs have filed a formal complaint with my central nervous system."
Noctar led her to where his aggressively masculine car crouched in the Authority's secure parking lot, a beast of black angles and silent potential. With a gesture that felt both naturally chivalrous and incredibly, intentionally deliberate, he opened the passenger door for her.
A genuine, girlish smile, one she rarely allowed, spread across Ardyn's face as she slid into the sleek leather seat, a flood of Tap-it videos about "passenger princess" privileges and aesthetic boyfriend moments flashing through her mind. For a moment, the Rose Knight was gone, replaced by a woman on a date, feeling secretly pampered.
Giddy, she pulled out her phone, turning the camera on the man now settling into the driver's seat. She was quietly amazed. From every angle, in every flicker of light through the windshield, he was impossibly, effortlessly photogenic. The sharp line of his jaw, the calm intensity in his ice-blue eyes, the way his hands looked on the steering wheel, it was a study in composed power. It was almost unfair.
Noctar started the engine. The ignition wasn't a sound; it was a low, rumbling purr that vibrated through the car's alloy frame and straight into Ardyn's bones. The sound stirred something primal and thrilling in her a sudden, fierce desire for motion, for speed, for the world to blur past while she sat safe beside him.
Noctar, ever attuned to her biometrics and micro-expressions, sensed the shift in her energy. The moment they merged onto the open coastal highway, the city shrinking behind them, he pressed the accelerator. The car didn't just accelerate; it surged forward with a silent, electric torque that pinned them gently but firmly to their seats.
Ardyn's smile widened into a fierce, exhilarated grin, and then, a pure, unadulterated cheer of adrenaline and excitement escaped her throat. The sound, so free and unrestrained, was music. It was all the confirmation Noctar needed. His first date vector was a resounding success.
Soon, he turned off the highway, navigating a series of winding, tree lined roads until they reached the gates of a secluded, beautifully maintained private Forest Park, a preserve for the wealthy and those seeking solitude with nature, or discrete, high-end recreational activities.
Meanwhile, in a soundproofed conference room at the Authority, a different kind of tension hummed.
Garner Vale sat across a polished table from Zenith Pierce. The Abyss Dragon Guild Master's dead fish eyes were fixed on a holographic map displaying the western coast of Amerisya, where a pulsing red sigil marked a new, high probability Death Dungeon incubation zone.
"The signature is identical to the Solarium event among others," Garner stated, his voice gravelly. "But this one seems stronger. It's destabilizing a major ley line confluence. Your guild holds the territory for this dungeon."
Zephyr didn't nod. He simply stared, the silence stretching until it was its own answer. "My brother," he finally said, the words rasping out like stones dragged over slate, "is an idiot. A passionate, powerful idiot. Your new asset… humiliated him." He let that hang, a not quite accusation. "But he also closed a Death Dungeon. Something our private forces have failed to do five times."
Garner met his gaze. "We need to cooperate if you want to secure that area and prevent a dungeon break. This isn't about guild pride or wounded vanity anymore. This is a systemic infection. Your resources, our intelligence… and our specialist."
Zenith's fingers tapped once on the table, his sharp nails creating a small CLICK sound. A decision had to be made. "You have the specialist bring the idiot back to operational status. Fully. Then we talk." It was less a request and more a term of negotiation. Cooperation, but on a foundation of restored strength.
Back at the Forest Park, Ardyn raised a curious brow at the elegant gatehouse, wondering what Noctar had planned.
Noctar strode to the reception, returning moments later after a brief, discreet conversation and the transfer of a hefty sum of gold from his seemingly bottomless account, securing private, full access to all the park's exclusive amenities.
His next stop was a high end sports clothing boutique nestled among the park's lodges. He emerged with a simple, sleek set of black sweatpants and a fitted grey t-shirt. Ardyn, after a moment of browsing, chose form-fitting black athletic tights and a black crop top that left a tantalizing strip of her toned, defined stomach exposed.
The sight of that peek of skin, the smooth, powerful contour of her abdomen, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through Noctar, so sharp it was almost a physical punch. The urge to lean down and trace the line of her navel with his tongue, to feel the muscle flutter under his kiss, was so powerful it overrode several higher cognitive functions.
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Pulling out his phone, Noctar checked. Sure enough, on every major app, his profile stared back: Noc.bug. There were already three followers: S.A.R.A. (verified), Ardyn (who must have been auto suggested), and an account named 'GrimReaperFan69' that was almost certainly the god of death, Mortis.
He sighed, a mix of exasperation and resignation. The gods were petty, but at least they were engaged. Tucking his phone away, he took Ardyn's hand, her skin warm against his. "This way."
He led her past serene meditation glades and a sparkling artificial lake to a garage housing a line of rugged, elevated quad bikes. Seeing them, Ardyn's smile returned, bright and knowing. Adventure. Speed. Shared focus.
She was going to enjoy this afternoon very, very much.