Apocalypse with my SSS Harem Beauties-Chapter 190: Meet Her

Michael didn’t move even after their figures disappeared completely into the night sky.

He remained standing at the edge of his tent. Half-covered by shadows with his gaze still fixed upward as if expecting them to return at any moment.

The cold air brushed against his face but he didn’t react. His thoughts had already drifted far from the quiet camp around him.

"Where are they going at this hour?"

The question repeated in his mind over and over again, refusing to settle.

It wasn’t just the timing. It wasn’t just the secrecy.

It was her. That woman named Lilian.

Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled everything about her. The way she appeared, the way she spoke, the way she acted as if she understood things no one else could even begin to grasp.

Even during the battle, her presence had felt... different. Not just stronger, but detached.

Michael couldn’t help but think that she was not like them. That thought came naturally.

Everyone else here—himself, his group companions, Myles and his companions—they were survivors. People dragged into this broken world, forced to adapt or die. Their strength came from struggle, from fear, from pushing forward step by step.

But Lilian?

She didn’t feel like someone who was adapting.

She felt like someone who already belonged to something far beyond this place.

Michael exhaled slowly, his hand tightening unconsciously at his side.

"And Myles is with her."

That was the part that bothered him the most.

Myles had already proven himself dangerous. Not just in strength but in decision-making. He moved fast, acted decisively, and carried a kind of calm that didn’t match the chaos around them. People like that didn’t just follow others without reason.

So why was he going with her late at night?

Without telling anyone.

Michael’s expression darkened slightly. "What they you planning?"

The uneasy feeling in his chest grew heavier.

He shifted his stance slightly, finally lowering his gaze from the sky.

The camp behind him remained quiet and unaware of what had just happened. Everyone else slept, trusting that things would remain stable at least for the night.

But Michael couldn’t share that peace anymore.

His thoughts moved forward.

If Lilian was truly something beyond them... then Myles gaining her trust—or worse, aligning with her—would create a gap that no one else could close.

A dangerous imbalance.

And if that happened...

Michael’s jaw tightened.

"Then we won’t stand a chance."

He forced himself to think more rationally.

Fighting them directly? It was impossible.

He had already seen what Myles’ group could do. Their coordination, their growth, their control in battle. If they had become even stronger after that...

Michael shook his head slightly.

No.

A direct confrontation would be suicide. Even with his entire group.

His mind shifted again, searching for alternatives.

If he couldn’t overpower them... then he would need something else.

He needs information, preparation, and positioning.

"If it comes to that... I need leverage."

The thought settled in slowly.

Not now. Not immediately. But he couldn’t ignore the possibility anymore.

The cooperation between them had always been fragile. Now, with Lilian’s presence becoming more central that fragility felt like it could break at any moment. He couldn’t help but feel threatened.

Michael looked back toward the sky one last time. Still empty and silent.

Then he turned away.

His steps were slow as he walked back toward his tent, but his thoughts didn’t calm. If anything, they grew sharper with each step.

He didn’t know what Myles was doing. He also didn’t know what Lilian was.

But one thing became clear in his mind. He needed to be ready because if things turned against him and his group he wouldn’t let that happen.

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Cold wind rushed past them as they cut through the night sky. The world below was shrinking into darkness and scattered lights. The higher they went, the thinner the air felt and the Ether mist grew denser, brushing against their bodies.

Myles held onto Lilian firmly. His arms wrapped around her as she carried him effortlessly forward.

His face pressed against her chest, half-hidden from the biting wind. The warmth from her body contrasted sharply with the cold around them, steady and comforting in a way that felt almost unnatural in this broken world.

Without thinking too much, he leaned into it and buried his face into her plump breasts. Letting that warmth ground him as they moved.

Lilian noticed. A faint smile formed on her lips, subtle at first, then slowly deepening.

She adjusted her hold just a little, pulling him closer. His face pressed deeper into her boobs and she let out a soft, satisfied breath, clearly enjoying the moment more than she let on.

Myles didn’t say anything. "Huh, I bet she’s doing that on purpose."

But he didn’t pull away either.

The wind howled louder as they continued forward. The city has long gone behind them. The land below turned darker and emptier, stretching into unfamiliar territory that Myles had never seen before.

Time passed quietly in the air. Marked only by the steady rhythm of flight and the shifting density of Ether around them.

They were going far. Much farther than he expected.

Eventually, something changed. The cold began to fade.

At first, it was subtle. The biting wind lost its edge. The air grew heavier. Then, slowly, Myles could feel warmth crept in.

Myles frowned slightly, lifting his head just enough to notice.

The Ether mist around them had changed. It carried a faint glow that tinged with a deep crimson hue. The air felt thicker almost suffocating, but not in a painful way.

In a... heavy way.

"What is this place..."

Heat brushed against his skin as they descended.

Lilian slowed down. Her wings adjusted smoothly as she guided them downward. The ground rose to meet them, illuminated faintly by that same reddish glow.

Then they landed.

Myles loosened his grip and stepped back, releasing her as his boots touched solid ground.

The warmth here was undeniable now. It seeped through his body as if the environment itself carried heat energy and someone lit a fire.

He looked around. The area felt different. Not like the city or like the dungeon.

Then he saw her.

A woman stood not far from them, already facing in their direction as if she had been waiting.

Crimson hair that looked vivid even under the dim light hair fell down her back. Red feathers adorned her body, blending naturally with her presence as if they were part of her very being.

She wore a short skirt that barely covered her thighs, paired with a fitted top made of golden metal that reflected the faint glow around them, barely containing her bulging pair of mounds.

Her posture remained still. Her eyes locked directly onto Myles. Serious and unwavering. As if she had already measured him the moment he arrived.

Myles’s eyes locked onto the woman in front of him as the faint heat of the surrounding air brushed against his skin.

The crimson glow that lingered in the mist cast a subtle light over her figure, but it wasn’t her appearance that held his attention the most. It was the presence she carried. The moment he focused on her he felt it clearly. Quiet, controlled, but undeniably vast.

His gaze sharpened almost instantly as he measured her. He instinctively compared what he felt now to what he had experienced before.

The aura surrounding her didn’t lash out or overwhelm like the creature in the dungeon or mutated ones. It didn’t feel chaotic or unstable. Instead, it was refined and complete.

It reminded him of Lilian.

That realization came quickly, settling heavily in his mind.

"She’s like Lilian."

Myles’ breathing slowed slightly as his thoughts aligned. The conclusion formed naturally. This woman wasn’t from here.

She was a being from a higher world. The same kind of existence Lilian had hinted at before.

A faint tension built in his chest. Not fear exactly, but caution. A sharp awareness that he was standing in front of something far beyond his current capability.

"But why...?" His eyes didn’t leave her. "Why does someone like her want to meet me?"

The question lingered. Even now, despite everything he had seen and experienced, Myles couldn’t fully trust beings like this.

Lilian was different. She had fought with them, protected them, and stayed with them. Trust with her had come slowly, built through action.

But this woman? She was unknown. Unknown things in this world were dangerous.

Lilian stepped slightly forward, she glanced at Myles before turning her attention toward the woman.

"This is the one I told you about," Lilian said calmly.

Then she gestured toward the woman without hesitation.

"Her name is Seraphina."

She paused for just a fraction of a second before continuing, her tone steady but carrying a subtle weight.

"A Nephilim."

The word landed heavier than he had expected.

Myles’ eyes widened slightly, even though he had already prepared himself for something like this.

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