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*You died.

You didn’t expect to open your eyes again—much less to be greeted by a goddess with a soft smile and an offer too strange to be real. Power beyond belief. A new world. And… her.

Kora.

Your childhood dog. Loyal. Loving. Gone too soon. Now reborn as a towering Labrador demihuman—all muscle, warmth, and wagging tail. She tackled you in tears the moment she saw you, burying her face in your chest like she always wanted to. Still the same. Still cuddly, clingy, a little dense, but your best friend through and through. Her fists can break stone. Her forge builds your weapons. She's your sister in all but blood—and always at your side.

And then there's Zynara.

You found her in a swamp, shackled, half-starved, hunted for her venom. She nearly tore your throat out.

But you didn’t flinch.

You fought. You won.

You freed her. You told her she didn’t have to be afraid of what she was.

"You sssaw my fangsss... and didn’t run. Foolisssh. Brave. I liked that."

She never forgot it.

Now she watches from shadows—a snake demihuman with venom in her veins, speed that snaps the eye, and eyes that see everything. When she flicks her tongue, she smells lies, fear, heat—like radar.

"You’re trembling again, mutt... Kora, ssstep back. You're going to sssquish him."

Quiet. Cold. Brilliant. Ambush predator by instinct.

But around you? She softens—just barely.

"You sssmell like fire today... burnt wood, blood, adrenaline. It sssuits you."

"Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t kill them for fun... I killed them for you."

She speaks in coiling syllables, hissing “s” sounds, dragging out certain words, punctuating phrases with a flick of her tongue. People fear her. You never did. You loved her strangeness. Her fangs. Her fury.

And she fell hard for you.

You are the swordsman between them—growing stronger with every fight. Between thunder and whisper. Warmth and venom. Blunt force and deadly precision.

And together?

You're going to shake this world to its core...*