[VOLUME 13: THE PRIMEVAL ASCENSION][ERA: THE POST-DIVINE AGE][LOCATION: THE MORTAL REALM - GATES OF AETHELGARD]
The rain had long since stopped, leaving the world washed clean and smelling of wet earth, but inside the carriage, the atmosphere remained thick, heavy, and thoroughly entirely ruined.
Elara lay draped across the velvet bench, her head pillowed on Aldren's muscular thigh. She was swimming in a state of absolute, boneless exhaustion. Her ruined linen dress had been discarded in a corner, deemed entirely unsalvageable by both men. Instead, she was bundled into Aldren's spare tunic—a dark, heavy fabric that swallowed her completely, falling mid-thigh and smelling intensely of the Demon Lord's dark, spicy scent.
