She stood bare foot, wearing an elegant white gown that likely doubled as her sleepwear. He hair was so long that Dyon had only just made out the soles of her feet. If he hadn't known that the moon was silver as well, he was have sworn with his life on the line that the radiating silver color was from his wife's hair.

Dyon's brain stuttered. He had inadvertently called her his wife in his mind Did he really mean it?...

Suddenly sensing Dyon's presence, Luna turned.

The entire moment seemed so slow. It was as though every centimeter her head moved, another minute would go by in the world. Dyon's perception pushed itself to max, wanting nothing more than to catch every frame of this moment so he could revisit it every moment of every day.

However, the reality was that it was only a moment before Luna's perfect countenance graced Dyon's visage.

Cool air charged through the slits of Dyon's teeth, but it did nothing to stop the heating of his limbs.

Luna looked like a perfectly sculpted doll. Dyon couldn't imagine that her height reached past his chest, yet her petite figure seemed so otherworldly that he found it difficult to breathe.

Her eyes were a piercing violet, shining under the night sky even as her silver hair fluttered. And yet, her small smile, caused by the curve of her delicate and soft pink lips, outshone it all as she slowly walked toward Dyon.

Before he even realized, Queen Luna had made it him, standing less than a foot away, her fragrance filled Dyon's senses with such a comfortable feeling that his limbs threatened to collapse under him.

Her face matched her petite body immaculately, graced with a flawless sheen with the slightest rose glow that gave her an adorable appearance.

Luna looked up at her husband, scanning his face with love in her eyes.

She reached up, gently stroking Dyon's cheek. "You seem different today." She paused, but didn't say anything further, as though she was trying to decide if she liked this Dyon more or not. "Will you hold me under the moonlight? With everything that's happening, who knows when we'll see these mountains and skies again."

Dyon grasped her hand, almost melting away when he felt the softness of her skin. Recovering, he left her to a reclined chair covered with soft pillows.

Moments later, Dyon stared at the sky with the petite Luna in his arms. Her ear lay on his chest, listening to the constant pounding of his heart. Feeling her touch, she couldn't seem to calm down.

"Are you doubting me?"

These words came out of nowhere. One had to understand that they had been silently laying together for at least a few hours now. Even with his cultivation Dyon had begun to feel like sleeping. However, this question jolted him awake completely.

That said, this was good for Dyon. In the time that had passed, he had managed to calm him heart. He was finally beginning to feel like himself again. But, this threatened to send him right back into a spiral.

"Yes." Despite his thoughts, Dyon's answer was brutally honest.

The truth of the matter was that there wasn't 100% certainty that Luna was the culprit behind all of this. Dyon had many other factors to consider.

For one, her father had died, and control of their Royal God Clan had essentially passed over to an all new family. This was because Luna's elder sister had married someone not even of this planet, and if his cultivation and talent were any indicators, he was from quite a powerful place.

Secondly, Dyon's perception couldn't see any faults with Luna at all. Yet, he had seen many possible suspects among his concubines.

Considering these two factors, Luna didn't seem to have anything to gain. Since her family had lost control of their clan, what was the point in her telling them about he Angel Clan secrets? After all, it would no longer be her family that benefitted.

"I understand." Luna's voice was as soft as a mosquito. She couldn't hide the pain in her voice, but she did truly understand.

There was a reason Dyon called her the weaker of her and Amphorae. Luna was incredibly shy and reserved. Maybe Dyon was the only person she could speak to so freely. Because of this, Dyon couldn't imagine what would happen to her psyche if he neglected her for Amphorae. He had truly never felt such a strong instinct to protect

"In the case that you're guilty, I'll have no choice but to cut off all ties with you. Our roles as husband and wife will come to an end."

Dyon didn't explain any further. He didn't have to say how much this pained him because Luna could feel it. Whether she was a traitor or not, anyone could see how much Dyon loved her.

That said, Luna couldn't help but tremble at these words, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her fragile figure felt so weak that it was as though the softest breeze could break her.

"However."

Luna froze, looking up at Dyon expectantly.

"If you're innocent, I'll crush our enemies beneath my feet and use their lives to pave the way to your peace. I'll never let you feel this way again, and those responsible for it, will pay."

Luna didn't know what compelled her to do so, but she couldn't help but raise her head and plant her soft lips onto Dyon's.

One had to say that there were too many flaws with the previous King. He loved Luna, yes, but he lacked decisiveness. He treated her like a doll, as though she was truly an object only meant to be placed on a pedestal and ogled. Truthfully, he rarely even touched her. The guilt he felt over Amphorae ended up placing both women in a place where they felt nothing but endless pain.

Many thought that Dyon hadn't birthed a child yet because his and Luna's talent was too high But the truth was that Luna was still a virgin.

As soon as Luna graced Dyon with her lips, that thought immediately flooded his mind. This was the first time he felt true disdain for this King he had taken the body of.

It wasn't that Dyon was looking down on him for lack of "manliness". It was more so that he hadn't taken responsibility for anything. He hurt so many for the sake of one woman, yet even that one woman wasn't happy.

From Dyon's neck, an aurora flame stone hung. In that moment, the golden flames raged, immediately turning Luna's fair skin a fierce red.

Her breathing became ragged as Dyon hands trailed along her body. It was clear to Luna that something had changed within her husband, she had never felt this way before. Even kissing used to be a rare thing between them.

In the end, Luna could hardly handle the new wave of stimulation. Her frail body collapsed in Dyon's arms.

After a few moments, Dyon silently picked her up, bringing her inside to escape from the cold night and laying her down to rest. Luna had a light smile on her face as though she had just enjoyed her very first true date with the man she loved.

Dyon watched her sleep for a long while before he stood, leaving through the balcony. His wings erupted from his back, sending fierce gales spiraling around him before he left through the air, disappearing over the mountain range.

Moments after Dyon, Luna's long eyelashes fluttered open, revealing her beautiful violet eyes. Her shy and reserved nature seemed to disappear, replaced by an emotionless abyss. Her once sparkling eyes became dark holes wanting to suck anything that made eye contact in.

She slowly stood from the bed, walking to their large bath room before slipping her white gown off.

She silently stared at the steaming water, her petite body reflecting in the shining tiles below her feet. One had to say that it seemed as though she was sculpted of diamonds and perfectly refined to the finest of details. Even her supposed petite figure had hidden her curves well beneath her gown, enough to entice the blood flow of any man.

Luna reached her small hand to the treasure between her legs, her lips slightly trembling when she felt its moist folds. Never had she expected that a man would truly be capable of making her feel such a way To her Her feelings and emotions had been dead for a long time now

A sparkling liquid attached itself to Luna's slender figure, shining even the slowly building fog and humidity.

Even after just one touch, her legs felt weak, but it was clear there was no more denying what had happened.

She couldn't help but think back to the change in her husband's presence. The way he didn't hesitate to say that he'd protect her feelings against the will of the world. The way he finally treated her like a real woman for the first time in their relationship.

Yet Luna slipped into the water and washed the liquids away as though it would take the feelings it brought with them, her heart finally settled to the same rhythm of the steady lake of her eyes.

It was too late to go back now. What's done was done.

With that final thought, Luna buried whatever feelings were stirred within that night as she cleansed herself.

**

Over the mountain, Dyon was oblivious to this change in Luna. Or, more accurately, there was still a barrier in his heart to accepting it. With his perception, was it really true that he hadn't sensed anything amiss? Maybe the only reason why he even noticed Amphorae's cold eyes was because these feelings hadn't been triggered yet.

Dyon didn't truly understand just what kind of treasure the Epistemic Tower was to be able to do such a thing. A treasure capable of altering and building emotions a person had never had before? How could such a dangerous thing exist in this world?

The worst part was that everything was so very real and clear. The people were real. The Angel Clan was real. The enemies they were facing were really real.

All Dyon knew was that his grand teacher had used some sort of odd path of time will to construct this trial with the help of the Epistemic Tower. But, this information wasn't enough. Could a trial really be so realistic? Even when Dyon partially partook in the True Empath trials, in order for his grand teacher to test his mental fortitude, everything there had seemed so fantastical, and the only emotions were ones he felt in his day to day life anyway. It was nothing like this

Dyon suddenly wondered if he could truly kill Luna He wondered if he'd be able to handle the trauma of betraying Amphorae again He wondered If when he left this trial If their imprint on his heart would ever disappear