Far out in the Atlantic Ocean lay a colossal island, rivaling the Eurasian landmass in size. Eternal spring graced its lands, yet war never ceased—for this was the Beast Kingdom, a realm shared by demons and yaoguai, locked in endless territorial strife.

At this very moment, on the battlefield of Frosthold—a border fortress named for its impregnable terrain—a tiger-eared beastkin barked into a communicator: *"Requesting backup! The demon army’s brought 100,000 troops! We can’t hold them!"*

A voice crackled back: *"Understood! I’ll inform Her Majesty the Empress— Wait? Your Majesty, you’re going—? Yes! Got it. Little Tiger, Her Majesty’s feeling bored and wants to ‘have some fun’ on the battlefield. You’re saved! That’s all!"*

Little Tiger stood dumbfounded. *Having fun with 100,000 enemies? What kind of fun is that?!* He’d guarded the frontier for years, never granted an audience with the Empress. All he knew were rumors: world-shattering wind magic, and beauty beyond mortal dreams. Now, his heart raced to see her.

He strode onto the battlefield, roaring to his kin: *"Her Majesty the Empress is coming to aid us! Hold the line, brothers!"*

*"Yes, sir!"* The beastkin warriors bellowed in unison.

As commander, Little Tiger couldn’t fight. Time crawled like years. One second? Two? It felt like minutes. Then—a sonic boom split the sky. A white blur crashed into the earth, carving a massive crater.

Dust settled. The figure emerged. Every warrior—beastkin and demon alike—froze in shock.

A statuesque figure. Voluptuous curves. A face of divine perfection. Heterochromatic eyes—one crimson, one azure. Snow-white wings. Golden hair cascading like sunlight. She resembled an angel from myth. But she wasn’t an angel. She was Avian. Yet the Avians bore the title "angels" all the same.

Little Tiger burned with envy for the courtiers who shared halls with such a goddess. The moment he saw her, his heart was no longer his own.

The Empress scanned the battlefield, expressionless. Then—she vanished. Reappeared. Only now, every demon’s head had exploded. Deathly silence swallowed the beastkin ranks. Little Tiger’s jaw dropped open.

*"That’s all?"* the Empress asked him, face still unreadable.

*"N-no! Just their vanguard! The main force is behind them!"* Little Tiger stammered, regaining his composure.

*"Then retreat. I’ll handle this alone."* Her tone remained icy.

*"Yes! Brothers, fall back!"* Little Tiger ordered. The beastkin exchanged glances before scrambling to cover.

As the Empress soared skyward on a gust of wings, Little Tiger followed out of sheer curiosity—and glimpsed hell itself.

Demons died before they even saw her. Heads went flying. When half their army lay headless, the Empress hovered midair, her mismatched eyes locking onto the survivors. Only then did the demons recognize their executioner. A Demon Emperor lunged upward to strike her down. With a single flap of her wings, she ascended beyond his reach.

Gazing down at the Demon Emperor and his trembling horde, she uttered words that chilled the blood: *"Hmm. I’ve had my fun. You may die now."* She raised her hands. Pressed down.

In an instant—the space where the demon army stood vanished. The Demon Emperor vanished. Only a crater ten miles wide remained. With a beat of her wings, she disappeared.

Little Tiger stood paralyzed. This power defied all he knew of magic. Yet he understood: this was a sovereign worth pledging his life to. For beastkin were simple folk. The strong ruled. The weak obeyed.

Back in her palace hall, a fox-eared maiden approached, offering a towel. *"Your Majesty Aurisia, welcome home from battle."*

*"Hmm."* The Empress gave a curt reply and strode toward her chamber. Unlocking the door, she stepped into a shrine: photos of Lin Ye plastered every surface—childhood snapshots, middle school portraits, candid shots of him sleeping… Her eyes ignited with fervent light.

*"Well done. Were you seen?"* the Empress asked.

*"No!"* the fox-eared girl replied.

*"Leave. Don’t disturb me. For anything."*

*"Yes!"* The girl bowed, sweat beading on her brow. Her predecessor had died for less. She fled.

The moment the door clicked shut, Aurisia pounced on the newest photos—no longer the icy sovereign, but a starving woman lunging for sustenance. She seized Lin Ye’s picture, kissing it, licking it, moaning his name between breaths: *"Yeer… ♥ I’ve missed you so much. I ache to see you! But first—I must avenge our master. Avenge your father! Then… we’ll be together forever. Forever. You belong to me alone! Hahahaha!"*

A smile of raw, devouring desire spread across Aurisia’s face.