Their presence, too, grew muted; their auras that other knights might sense became faint, distant, due to the veil.
Surprisingly, even after going for so many rounds with Reinhardt, her body felt not a trace of exhaustion.
Instead, she was brimming with strength.
Additionally, there was a foreign trace of power swiftly merging with her own, bolstering her strength and becoming a part of her own.
During their session, she felt it numerous times. A power that was constantly nourishing her body and enhancing her powers.
"Don't move," Leona breathed against his ear. "Don't speak. Don't even breathe loud."
Reinhardt nodded.
She felt the motion rather than saw it, her forehead pressed to his jaw.
He was still inside her, still painfully hard, and the sensation of being joined while hidden, while the voices drew closer, was so surreal that she almost felt another burst of ecstasy.
Moments later, three knights emerged from the tree line.
