Ren woke up with her cheek pressed against the soft, damp, fragrant grass of the garden.
The silver moonlight was still filtering beautifully through the high, rocky archways above, casting long shadows across the glowing, bioluminescent flora.
Ren let out a long, pathetic groan, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms over her head. Every muscle in her thighs, lower back, and core ached, protesting the relentless marathon she had just endured on a pile of furs.
She looked down at herself. She was fully dressed once again in her magical, indestructible emerald silk dress. The System, clearly feeling slightly guilty for intentionally locking her wardrobe to force her into a hypothermia-induced mating session, had automatically equipped it on her sleeping body while she was passed out.
Rubbing her bleary eyes, Ren slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"Ah!" Ren shrieked, scrambling backward on her hands and heels in the grass.
Altair was standing right there.
