The sky was dim and pitch-black, with fiery clouds drifting by from time to time.
On the vast black land, atop a solitary ice altar, lay two people embraced in slumber, a thin blanket draped over their bodies.
Jinrou Bai's smooth, rounded shoulder peeked out, barely covered by the thin blanket.
Beside her, Chu Mu was lying flat on his back, allowing Princess Jinrou to rest against his chest. His eyes were open, staring up at the dim heavens.
The sky of the Nightmare Demon Sacred Realm was devoid of stars, shrouded year-round in thick black clouds. Yet, the darkness carried a mix of fear and tranquility, giving one the illusion that the entire world consisted only of themselves and their companion—free from the burdens of thought or concern.
"Chu Mu, your body is so hot," Jinrou Bai said, patting Chu Mu's chest.
