Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Kaya braced for the end.

But the crash never came.

A split second before their bodies struck the unforgiving stone, the cold, rushing wind abruptly stopped. The deafening roar of the collapsing tower was instantly silenced, as if someone had violently severed a physical cord in the fabric of the world.

A blinding, searing flash of pure, white light engulfed them, burning so brightly it pierced straight through Kaya’s closed eyelids. The sensation of falling vanished, replaced by a dizzying, nauseating feeling of being violently pulled through a vacuum.

And then, there was absolutely nothing.

The canyon, the Rot-weavers, the falling debris, and the shattered dream of the Free Clan simply ceased to exist.

They vanished into the void, leaving nothing behind but the echoes of a crumbling fortress in the dark.

Back in the Venom-tooth Canyons, the search went on for days.

The frantic Vulture vanguard, the surviving Snake guards, and the integrated recruits desperately dug through the shattered obsidian rubble at the bottom of the gorge. They moved thousands of pounds of stone, risking the volatile, acidic mud of the riverbank, searching for the crushed remains of the human tactician, the broken bird, and the giant bear.

But they found absolutely nothing. No bodies. No blood. No bones.

It was as if the canyon had simply swallowed them whole, erasing them from the beast world entirely.

Far, far away—across unfathomable boundaries of time and space—Kaya slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she registered was the brilliant, perfectly clear blue sky overhead. A soft breeze brushed past her face, smelling distinctly of... exhaust fumes and cut grass?

Kaya blinked, her brain sluggish and confused. ’Wait... didn’t I fall?’

She remembered the deafening roar of the wind. She remembered the crushing weight of Cutie’s arms shielding her, and the heartbreaking sight of Veer’s shattered wings. As the balcony had collapsed, a wild, desperate theory had crossed her mind: if near-death or strange spatial anomalies had dragged her into that primitive hellscape, maybe the absolute brink of death could trigger a reversal.

It had been a completely baseless, suicidal gamble. Honestly, as she was plummeting toward the jagged rocks, she had fully admitted to herself that it was a terrible plan.

Kaya groaned, her muscles aching as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. She felt soft, manicured green grass beneath her palms.

She turned her head and instantly froze.

Sitting a few feet away from her in the grass were Veer and Cutie. But their expressions were wildly out of character. They weren’t looking around with predatory alertness; they were staring straight ahead, completely paralyzed by a profound, unadulterated shock.

And they looked different.

They were entirely in their human forms. Veer’s ruined, blood-soaked wings were completely gone. He was still wearing his torn dark coat, and the cuts on his face remained, but the dangerous, avian aura that usually surrounded him had vanished into pure, human biology. Next to him, Cutie was no longer a monstrous bear-rabbit beastman. He was just a man—an incredibly tall, massively built, heavily scarred human man with gentle, wide eyes that were currently bugging out of his head.

"What the heck...?" Kaya mumbled, rubbing the back of her head as she sat all the way up.

She followed their frozen gazes, turning her head to see exactly what had two of the deadliest warlords in the beast world completely speechless.

Kaya’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

In front of her were buildings. But not primitive stone keeps, damp caves, or wooden market stalls.

Rising majestically above the tree line of the small, manicured park they were sitting in were towering skyscrapers made of gleaming glass, steel, and concrete. She saw paved roads. She saw electric streetlights. She heard the distant, unmistakable hum of city traffic, car horns, and the low drone of an airplane flying high above. It was a sprawling, industrial, modern metropolis.

A sharp, breathless scoff escaped Kaya’s lips.

She stared at the concrete skyline, the sheer, impossible reality of it crashing over her like a tidal wave. No more toxic swamps. No more raw meat. No more three-hundred-year-old snakes or acid-spitting spiders.

’She had actually done it.’

Slowly, her scoff morphed into a breathless chuckle. The chuckle bubbled up into a laugh, and within seconds, Kaya threw her head back and burst into absolute, hysterical laughter. It was a laugh of pure, unadulterated catharsis. She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her dirt-streaked face, the sound echoing loudly across the quiet city park.

Veer finally tore his gaze away from a distant skyscraper, looking at his wildly laughing wife with an expression of profound bewilderment.

Kaya fell back onto the grass, staring up at the modern blue sky with the biggest, brightest smile she had worn in months. She had survived. She had brought her warlords with her.

She had finally come back home.

Veer and Cutie stared at Kaya’s hysterical, tear-streaked face. For a moment, they just blinked at the towering glass skyscrapers surrounding them. Then, the realization of what they had just pulled off finally set in.

They looked at each other, the shared telepathy of a flawlessly executed heist passing between them. Veer threw a hand over his eyes, his chest shaking, and Cutie covered his face with his massive palms.

A second later, both of them burst into uncontrollable, booming laughter, joining Kaya in the grass.

It hadn’t been an accident. It had been the most terrifying, high-stakes gamble of their lives.

Back in the beast world, Kaya had eventually realized a grim truth: humans simply did not survive the wasteland long-term. Even with Veer and Cutie protecting her, she was vulnerable to the sheer, chaotic magic and biology of the continent. But during her meticulous intelligence gathering, Kaya had discovered a pattern. The few human legends that existed almost always ended with disappearances near the deep, spatial anomalies of the Snake Tribe’s canyon.

She had suggested the impossible: using the canyon’s anomaly to go back to her time. Veer, endlessly curious and fiercely protective, was completely on board. But getting into the absolute center of the anomaly required drawing out the Snake Lord, and actually killing a three-hundred-year-old monster was nearly impossible.

So, they hadn’t tried to kill him. They had drawn him out, faked a desperate, losing battle, and pulled him into the collapse. They knew the fall wouldn’t actually kill them. There was a deep underground river at the bottom of the gorge, and Veer hadn’t used even a fraction of his true aerial power during the fight—he had just let his wings take a calculated hit to sell the illusion. Cutie’s bear vitality could survive the drop, and Veer’s raw physical strength would easily shield Kaya.

They had risked everything on a terrifying leap of faith, and it had actually worked.

Kaya finally caught her breath, wiping the dirt and tears from her eyes. She looked over at Veer, letting out a wet scoff. "Here I thought you actually died. You really sold that wing-breaking scene, you absolute drama queen."

Veer leaned back on his hands, flashing her his signature, devastatingly nonchalant smirk. He didn’t have his wings anymore, but his predatory confidence was entirely intact. "Well, I cannot leave you a widow so soon, huh?"

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