Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1164: What is my fate?

“Are you going to leave me here?”

Black Fang hovered nearby, bloodied like a butcher’s rag, her whole body trembling yet somehow still upright. No, that’s not quite correct.

She was not upright; she was being propped, her battered form balanced in the air only by Quinlan’s unseen current of wind magic. Without it, she would’ve crumpled into the skies like a marionette with its strings cut.

She tilted her head, watching Quinlan’s fall with the same interest one might give a passing play. Her mouth curled faintly, almost wry.

“Am I being left behind?” she asked with a tone that was far too calm for someone who was a half-second away from death. There was no pleading in her voice, no desperation to be saved, just the soft, morbid curiosity of a woman too broken to even fear the end.

Lilith’s head snapped toward her.

For a heartbeat, the rapid winds around them dimmed against the fire burning in her eyes. Every shred of hatred she carried for Quinlan, every ounce of fury that had threatened to tear her apart, was redirected in an instant.

“You!” she spat, voice full of venom.

Her rage detonated. She moved forward despite Scar straining against her. Yet Lilith’s fury made her unstoppable, and Scar wasn’t built to overpower others in a direct confrontation. Especially not the renowned Spellblade, Lilith.

Scar’s blade met her once, twice, but Lilith’s wrath simply overpowered the woman.

She carved through the resurrected warrior’s guard as if it were nothing, shoving the summon aside with sheer force of will and steel. And then she lunged straight for Black Fang.

The woman of Eastern origins didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Her body was already at its limit; if not for Quinlan’s invisible hand, she’d have collapsed.

Deflecting Lilith’s strike in such a state? Now, that was just plain impossible. Even standing upright was beyond her now.

Yet her expression didn’t waver. No fear, no desperation. Just that eerie, serene calm as death bore down on her.

Quinlan’s mouth tugged into a grin, amused by this quirky woman’s evident nonchalance.

Then, his hand shot out with fingers splayed wide open.

Black Fang felt the change immediately. A violent crush slammed into her body from all angles, ensuring that every inch of her frame was wrapped in an unseen fist. Her ribs groaned. Her breath caught. For a moment, her raised brow seemed to say it all: Are you trying to claim my eternal servitude as well?

But no.

The veins on Quinlan’s arm bulged, crawling up his forearm. His muscles tensed until they trembled from the sheer intensity of his next move.

And then he dragged.

Black Fang shot across the sky like a fired bullet, ripped from Lilith’s reach in a single, thunderous pull. She didn’t even have time to think things through properly as she rocketed across the winds and slammed right into Quinlan’s chest.

Both of his arms came down on her, catching her bloodied body with startling strength.

She blinked once, nearly dazed from the velocity of her arrival.

Then her expression shifted. Her lips twitched in his hands, perhaps turning into something that resembled a little grin. For all her brokenness, the absurdity of it all, and the way she was tucked against the man and how she didn’t mind it was almost cute.

Lilith, however, saw nothing cute.

All she saw was red.

“YOU!”

Her scream tore through the skies, through the winds, through the rain. She whipped her head back toward Void, the mage of her party. She was down, completely spent, body sagging as her tether faltered. She couldn’t help her. Couldn’t hold her steady.

Giving chase was impossible.

“Argh!!!” Lilith roared while sending shockwaves of burning force, tearing toward the pair. “Being in the air has greatly weakened this woman,” Quinlan declared as he stared right at the incoming strikes.

But he didn’t even flinch. His winds carried him into a spiral, drifting between blasts with elegance, never loosening his grip on the bloodied woman he held.

Her fury rose and rose. But then, just as quickly, it shattered, broken into a million pieces.

Grief came rushing in.

Her eyes darted and landed on Scar.

Scar wasn’t fighting anymore. She wasn’t moving at all. Her form flickered, her daggers drooping as her body began to dissolve into pale-blue motes.

“No!” Lilith cried with her voice breaking. “No, stay with me!”

Seeing how merely crying and begging wasn’t going to work, the Spellblade determined her mind. “Scar! I’ll free you! I’ll free you, no matter what it takes!”

The assassin’s mouth parted. A whisper drifted out.

“It’s useless. I am already part of something different. Something greater.”

The words broke her. Lilith’s heart twisted, her tears streaming freely as her throat locked up.

“I don’t care! I’ll still do everything – everything – for you!” she shouted. Her voice was raw with desperation.

Scar’s fading face lingered for just a heartbeat. Then, with a last quiet breath, she said,

“Suit yourself.”

And then she was gone. Her soul, glowing like a wisp, tore free from the dissolving shell of her body and was devoured into Quinlan’s Soul Reaper. The blade pulsed once with spectral light, then went still.

Lilith’s scream split the heavens.

…

The moment Scar’s pale-blue soul broke into motes and was drawn into the Soul Reaper, Quinlan felt the weapon pulse in his hand. Quinlan tilted it, watching. It looked as if the steel itself breathed in and out.

The Soul Reaper was visibly overjoyed to house Scar’s soul in its domain.

“Fascinating,” he murmured.

His eyes narrowed with the same focus he’d used when dissecting enemies on the battlefield. “This new rank… It’s amazing.”

He turned the blade in his grip, feeling the soul inside resonate.

“My summons can finally speak,” he noted with a hum, almost as if cataloguing observations in his head. “And from what it looks like, they retain at least fragments of their memories if not everything.”

His lips curved into an excited grin. “I’ll have to conduct a lot of tests.”

A wet cough broke through his thoughts.

Black Fang tilted her head against his chest, looking up at him with blood trailing down her chin. Her voice came softly.

“May I join?”

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