Chang Min looked away from the panorama of the Divine Realms stretching beyond the crystal balcony and gazed at Ha Eun. She was now destined solely for him. She sat, enveloped in a soft, golden glow, plucking the petals of a Celestial Orchid.

“How beautiful she is. True grace...” he thought.

The son of the most ancient lineage of guardians, a mighty God whose energy commanded all elements and could shatter entire worlds, was utterly defenseless before this young, yet immature energy sleeping within his fiancée. The sense of Ha Eun’s proximity was like the breath of eternity to him—quiet, steady, boundless. He loved her openly, without a doubt. He showed her the divine worlds, opened new heavens for her, and swore on all spiritual altars to his sincerity. Ha Eun responded to his pure devotion with a tender, fervent gratitude.

“I still cannot fully comprehend how lucky I am,” he whispered, stepping closer to Ha Eun. His voice was low. Hidden in his gaze was a secret he carefully restrained—an endless admiration mixed with a suppressed desire to possess her completely right now.

Ha Eun lifted her eyes to him, eyes full of tenderness and radiant light. She was a clean slate, and she felt safe beside this God who idolized her.

“It is I who am lucky, Chang Min. It is I who am honored to become your wife,” she believed this was what true feelings for each other looked like—quiet, steady, blessed.

Ha Eun extended her hand. Chang Min immediately wrapped his fingers around hers, bringing them to his lips and kissing them.

“Henceforth, your presence in my life is my greatest reward. You have no idea what power you possess. Your energy sleeps, but when it awakens and merges with mine... we will become not only the most beautiful and powerful energy... we will become a single, eternal force. It will be the most exquisite fusion the Heavens have ever witnessed.”

Ha Eun smiled, and he pulled her against his strong shoulder. She believed his words, believing that this was an unbreakable truth for her and for him. Chang Min closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair. Here she was—his goddess, his destiny, his dawn. The fragrance emanating from her brought forth a strong, almost unbearable attraction.

Taking Ha Eun’s palm, he began to cover it with kisses. Pressing her closer to his body, he looked into her eyes. He wanted to see a response to his caresses in them. To see the gleam of desire in her eyes.

But Ha Eun’s body was silent. Her eyes radiated only a gentle, fervent gratitude, not thirst.

“It is not time yet. She needs to achieve spiritual perfection,” Chang Min thought, restraining himself with difficulty and pushing Ha Eun away with an almost painful effort.

He bent down and kissed her on the forehead, sealing his vow of fidelity and patience.

The union of Chang Min and Ha Eun, blessed on all spiritual altars, seemed unbreakable, like the light of eternity. In the halls of the Luminous Realm, Chang Min lived as if in paradise, anticipating the great merging of their energies.

But this paradise was destined to collapse when the most desired and beautiful God of creation, the one carrying the Darkness, stepped into the Halls of Light. A God who was not used to waiting for what he desired to ripen. His name was Seon.