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Of all the techniques taught by Aerialia, the Celestial Ember Forge Technique was the one Orion took seriously. Not only was it highly destructive, enhancing his offensive power, but its versatility was crucial for mastering the usage of his strength and gift.

A warrior below suddenly raised her head and whistled in their direction.

"Should we bring back its remains, Warrior Orion?" one of the warriors asked, translating what he had heard.

Observing the one-star Vylkr vines moving toward the bizarre, lifeless Vylkr vine, ignoring the warriors around it, Orion furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Secure it and bring every piece of it back to the Village. It would be best if we could figure out what caused this and how to prevent it from happening again," Orion responded with a deep frown.

If given a choice between an endless onslaught of unthinking, tireless, and insatiableVylkr vines that never grew tired nor slept or a continually intelligent, strategic, insatiable Vylkr vine that also never grew tired nor slept, Orion would firmly decline both options without hesitation.

However, if he were forced to choose without the option to refuse, Orion would reluctantly opt for the former. As such, this sudden revelation made his heart throb with fear and fueled his desire to uncover how such a Vylkr vine had come to be, how long it had survived, and whom else it had ambushed before encountering Tala and the others.

The warrior nodded his head seriously and immediately whistled back.

After receiving her instructions, the warrior below pulled a sack from her waist and securely packed the Vylkr vines within it while fending off other one-star Vylkr vines that tried to get close.

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"I'm home," Orion announced as he stepped into the main building of his manor.

After safely securing the bizarre dead Vylkr vine at the Lefthold Stronghold, he alerted Thak to inform the Chief. Also, he dispatched a few warriors to notify Stronghold Leader Zogar and Stronghold Leader Seth.

However, they had decided to wait until morning to investigate the bizarre Vylkr vine carefully and to check for any others within the dead forest since it was well past midnight and a few hours remained until morning.

However, as he took another step forward, a piece of fabric suddenly flew through the air and landed on his face, blocking his vision.

Orion halted, closing the door behind him.

"Shh! The babies are asleep," a familiar voice whispered through the air.

Just hearing the distinct, familiar voice, Orion recognized it was Fiona. He removed the fabric from his face and immediately noticed it was a pair of panties. Apart from his Prismerions wives, only Fifi, Sura, Fiona, Ingrid, and Celia were fond of wearing panties regularly.

The others usually reserved them for family roleplays or whenever they wanted to spice things up, understanding how much of a trigger this simple piece of fabric was to him.

He scanned the main room and saw that the only people still awake were Lyra, Derry, Reena, Vivian, Seraphina, his mother, Fiona, Elysia, and Anara.

Usually, when he went out during the day, he and a few others would care for the children at night, allowing the rest to get some well-deserved rest during the day. Therefore, it surprised him to see them still awake at this time of night.

"Come and sit," Celeste said, tapping a spot on the rug between her and Lyra.

Orion first removed his sandals, which he had crafted with the assistance of the Prismerions. He then walked over and settled down between them.

"Where is everyone else?" Orion asked.

He wondered if a new faction was emerging within the already established faction of his family or if it was something significant that concerned the absent women.

Sensing Orion's thoughts, Celeste shook her head. "Don't worry; it's not what you're thinking," she assured him.

Though she considered all the women in the house her sisters, it was impossible not to have occasional conflicts, particularly with Crystalia and Elysia.

"Oh, then what is it? Why is everyone gathered here?" Orion asked.

"Although we didn't expect you to return home this late, now that you're here, we wanted to let you know that we've all decided on what we discussed previously," Celeste responded.

"Decided on what?" Orion asked, a raised brow indicating his curiosity.

He had discussed many things with his wives, making it challenging to recall precisely what they were referring to.

Suddenly, Orion felt a finger pinching his arm.

"Don't tell me you've already forgotten what we all talked about that day?" Lyra whispered in his ear.

Orion turned his head to look at Lyra, finding her staring at him with a cold glint in her eyes.

Suddenly, snickers echoed through the air. "It's best if you stop trying to imitate Ingrid because that look doesn't fit you," Derry said with a disappointed expression, as though she had just witnessed a failure of immense proportion.

Orion inwardly nodded as he suddenly remembered why that look seemed so familiar. During a family roleplay session, he discovered that both Ingrid and Ursa had a dominant side, which all the women had witnessed.

However, no one else seemed interested in such activities except Lyra, who wanted to understand why her daughter enjoyed it. So, she decided to mimic Ingrid to make it less noticeable to Ursa. Still, she had underestimated the scrutinizing eyes of her fellow sisters, leading to the same results she wanted to avoid.

Nonetheless, Lyra was persistent enough to continue and find out why, which was one of the traits that Orion admired most about her.

Lyra snorted back and rolled her eyes at Derry.

Orion chuckled softly, "What if you're going about this all the wrong way?" he said with a light smile.

Lyra redirected her attention toward Orion, "What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

If Orion knew what had between Ingrid and her daughter that night, she was extremely curious to understand the details of the situation.

Orion smiled, "Are you sure you want to know what it is?" Orion asked mischievously.