Zia sighed, her head resting on Erica’s chest, drained from their intense lovemaking session.
Since she was originally a man, her eyes had been really opened. She felt pleasure she had never experienced before, which she chucked right into her database. After all, it’s a one-of-a-kind circumstance, and she believed she’d find a use for it in the future.
’I’d love to test what I learned with Shana,’ Thirteen thought. ’Her reactions are priceless.’
Although she was no longer a maiden, the Saintess still looked pure and chaste in the eyes of others.
Even her reaction whenever the two of them made love was like that of a young lady who was tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time.
In short, a brand-new door opened to Thirteen.
Back then, he didn’t know how a lady truly felt during love making.
But after becoming one and experiencing everything, he was certain that the next time he made love to his lovers, all of them would be gasping under his mercy.
’Something to look forward to after this war ends,’ Thirteen thought as he planted a kiss on the soft hills where his head was resting at the moment.
Erica planted a kiss on Zia’s head before lightly patting her head, as if to calm her down.
Zia closed her eyes in contentment and soon fell asleep.
Her smooth, pale, white skin was littered with kiss marks left by her lovers.
The young lady’s chest, thighs, legs... everywhere had been marked.
It was as if Sherry, Erica, and Princess Aracelle wanted to make sure that whoever saw these markings would know that Zia, or Zion, belonged to them.
In a few hours, their enemies would come, and the war would commence... a true war where all of them would have to risk their lives in order to reach a conclusion.
Although they weren’t saying anything, the three ladies who loved Thirteen very much were feeling anxious.
Perhaps due to this anxiety, they had thrown caution to the wind and made love as if it were their last.
While it was only a moment of peace, it still calmed their hearts, knowing that Zia would be fighting alongside them.
In their eyes of the Wanderers, Zion was someone who shouldn’t step on the battlefield since he was simply too weak.
But in the eyes of his lovers, who had seen his battles, they understood that even against those whom many deemed impossible to defeat, Zion would find a way... or die trying.
It had always been like that.
And because of this, none of them wished to perish. Zion will certainly live, so if they died, wouldn’t he be very sad?
"Is she asleep?" Sherry asked, looking at Zia with a gentle expression on her face.
"Yes," Erica replied. "Make sure to protect her tomorrow, Sherry. You too, Aracelle. I’m leaving his safety in your hands."
The two ladies nodded because they really had no intention of leaving Zion’s side in the battle that would be happening in a few hours.
"Let’s sleep," Princess Aracelle said as she planted a soft, and tender kiss on Zia’s head.
Sherry kissed Zia as well before hugging her from behind.
Princess Aracelle hugged Sherry since she had gotten close with the youngest of her sisters who loved the same man.
Several hours later...
Zia, Sherry, Erica, and Princess Aracelle were woken up by a faint ripple, which was Evuvug’s doing.
"They’re almost here."
The words spoken inside their heads were barely a whisper, but it was enough for the last traces of sleep to leave their bodies.
"Have you informed the Jinns and the Wanderers?" Zia asked.
"Yes. They are now preparing for war."
Taking a deep breath, Thirteen glanced at his lovers.
He then moved to hug Sherry tightly and kissed her lips.
The young lady hugged her back and returned his kiss with passion.
When the kiss ended, Zia faced Erica next.
The Sorceress didn’t even wait and took the initiative to hug and kiss Zia.
"I won’t die," Erica said firmly. "Shana and I made a bet about which one will give birth to your child first. Obviously, I don’t have any intention of losing."
Zia smiled faintly and nodded in understanding.
She then reached out to hug Princess Aracelle, who held her in a loving embrace as she returned her kiss.
"I think I will join that bet," Princess Aracelle smiled after their kiss ended. "So, after this war, please do your best to get me pregnant, okay?"
"Un." Zia nodded. "I’ll give you all lots and lots of love."
After making their promise to survive this war, they all wore their clothes in preparation for the battle ahead.
Thirteen wore the same white suit that he wore several hours ago, for that would be his battle regalia in this war.
He had a role to play, just like everyone else.
After leaving the underground tunnels, the first thing they saw was the hub of activity for both Jinns and Wanderers alike.
The Jinns had positioned themselves strategically in the Planar Mountain Range, and the Wanderers did the same.
Two races, who were supposed to be at war, had formed an alliance.
An alliance that would be tested in this battle.
Over the horizon, countless black specks could be seen, both in the land and the sky.
It looked like a black tsunami about to devour the world, headed in their direction.
Zia stood tall, her hair and cape fluttering in the breeze.
Her gaze followed the enemies as her mind ran calculations quickly.
Everyone was feeling tense, and she could sense it in the air.
As if to make matters worse, the war chant of the Jinn Alliance had reached their ears, making the hearts of Zia’s comrades anxious.
(Disclaimer: Please search for "Battle Brothers OST - Warriors of the North - Chant for the Old Gods" for the chant.)
Usually, before even a war started, a different kind of war would take place.
It was the battle of morale, which was very important. The higher the morale of an army, the braver the soldiers would be in battle.
"Prince Zorren, the Skavari have this war chant, right?" Zia asked. "I’d love to hear it."
"Understood," Prince Zorren replied before looking at his second in command, General Varrak.
General Varrak nodded and raised his closed fist as if declaring their victory.
The Skavari Race was a warrior race that had survived the harshness of their homeworld Gomorra and thrived.
Their war cry was "Strength beyond Death!" and they even have their own suicide attack, which could even bring down their opponents with them in one final struggle.
The Skavari Warriors started to beat their war drums as they hummed in unison, sending a ripple within the planar mountain range. It soon reached the ears of the Jinn Alliance, which had finally arrived to start the war between them.