Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1406  She's Here

Luminara moved first. She reached for Quinlan's arm. "Quinnie, let the girls return to your soul realm."

Miri nodded beside her. The human primordial's expression was uncharacteristically serious. "Even with our coating, they shouldn't be present for this. When Lilyanna enters, the realm will be overwhelmed by her energies. It's not safe."

Quinlan hesitated for only a heartbeat before giving a short nod. He turned toward his wives and allies. "You heard them. We'll resume the party soon. It probably won't take longer than a few minutes."

"Okay," Black Fang said, instantly slipping out of Hanae's clutch. She didn't need much convincing. But unlike the ancient lady's accepting attitude… Quinlan's words had barely settled when Rosie reacted.

She tightened instantly, arms locking around Luminara's waist as if the idea of separation had physically terrified her. Leaves shook loose from her hair as she buried her face against the elf primordial's side.

"No!" Rosie said, muffled and firm. "Tell her to come back later!"

Luminara blinked, then laughed softly, one hand coming down to cradle the girl's head. "Oh my," she murmured, fingers smoothing through leaves and strands alike.

Ayame stepped in with the quiet decisiveness of someone who had already accepted this would not be simple. "Come, Rosie, we'll get killed just by proximity. Vitality alone doesn't protect against this."

She reached for Rosie's shoulder and tugged.

Rosie clung harder.

"Rosie has decided to stay!" she declared, voice strained with effort as she grabbed fistfuls of Luminara's long hair for leverage.

Ayame pulled again. "I'm so sorry…" she apologized to Luminara as she pulled for a third time.

Nothing.

The samurai narrowed her eyes.

Luminara showed no discomfort at all. If anything, her smile softened further. She rested a palm on Rosie's back and stroked slow, reassuring lines. "It's all right," she purred gently. "You can go for now. I will play with you again very soon. I'll pamper you twice as much!"

Rosie hesitated. Her grip loosened just a fraction. "Promise?"

"Promise," Luminara replied without pause, eyes warm. "As much as you like."

Rosie nodded. "Okay."

Instantly, her attitude changed. Gone was the whiny girl, replaced by a satisfied one. After all, she'd already secured the trade deal she was looking for.

With her business concluded, the cheeky existence was ready to leave and cash in on her rewards soon after.

Ayame, however, didn't stop pulling before Rosie's rapid shift in attitude occurred.

She pulled, and the sudden loss of resistance sent both of them backward. Ayame twisted mid-fall on instinct, body flowing through the motion with extreme grace and agility, as well as high and precise reflexes. She planted one hand, flipped cleanly, and landed on her feet with Rosie tucked securely under her arm.

Rosie clapped enthusiastically. "Hehe! Ayame Mommy is amazing!"

Ayame's expression did not change.

At all.

Rosie stiffened. Her ears flattened slightly. "…Oh."

A beat passed.

Rosie's eyes widened. "Rosie is in trouble."

"You don't even know…" Ayame replied flatly, already turning away.

She walked off with the leafy girl under her arm, posture straight, steps measured. <Good luck, Quin… Try not to make an enemy out of her, even if she is bratty, okay?>

<… We'll see.> Quinlan made no promises.

One by one, the others followed.

"The Goddess is really here…" Felicity whispered as she stepped through, glancing back once before disappearing.

"This is insane," Ria muttered to herself as she crossed. "I don't belong anywhere near this. What is life?"

The seam pulsed, then closed.

Silence settled.

Only the primordials remained.

The silence did not last.

The pressure returned, heavier this time. The boundary of the realm bowed inward, space drawing tight as if something vast had pressed both hands against it and decided patience was no longer required.

The air warped.

A line appeared where nothing should have been, thin at first, then widening as the fabric of the dimension stretched and split. Light spilled through the tear in slow waves. The ground beneath it held, but only just, lines of force bracing themselves like strained muscle.

Quinlan felt his skin tighten.

"Is this… normal?" he asked, eyes fixed on the widening break.

Hanae was the first to explain. "This is the primordial realm, our rightful property. It was meant to let us, the primordials of Thalorind, and only us, train and face our trials. The Goddess has her own space, but she can enter here because we permit her."

"You permit her?" Quinlan asked.

Kiryssa's red eyes stayed on the tear. "As the slit-eyed wench- I mean, as my good friend Hanae said, this dimension belongs to us. We decide who may cross its boundary. Lilyanna does not have authority here, only permission."

"…" Hanae's eyes narrowed at the drow.

The tear widened another fraction. The pressure thickened, settling into everything like deep water.

"But because this place is not meant for gods," Kiryssa continued, ignoring the sudden pressure enveloping her body, "she still meets resistance."

The tear opened wider.

Light and weight poured through together, the pressure resolving into shape. Just like that, the resistance peaked, then gave just enough.

A limb crossed the threshold.

At first glance, it looked like a woman's leg, long and proportioned, stepping forward with unhurried certainty. But the surface of her skin refused to settle into anything familiar. Patterns moved on the skin, slow and vast, like constellations drifting across the tapestry of the universe. Lines of light traced and vanished, rearranging themselves with every blink.

Quinlan narrowed his eyes.

It was not ink.

It was not decoration.

It was a veil that covered her skin.

His senses pushed harder, peeling back layers by instinct, and the truth settled in his chest. This was a presence compressing itself into a form he could endure looking at.

The foot touched the ground.

The realm groaned.

Lines of force flared under the impact, spreading outward in ripples. The air thickened, then steadied, as if reality itself had braced and decided it would not break today.

The rest of her followed.

She stepped through fully, steady and composed, her form resolving into that of a human woman clad in an ornamental dress. The cosmic distortion remained, however, making her look like a constellation taking on the form of a female who wore a pretty dress.

It was a truly breathtaking sight, something Quinlan never expected to ever witness in his entire life.

That was when those eyes opened. They found him instantly and locked on.

Every primordial felt it, but Quinlan bore the full focus. The weight of her attention pressed against him directly, measured and deliberate.

She stopped a few steps inside the realm and calmly placed both hands on her hips.

The tear sealed behind her with a muted recoil, the boundary snapping back into place, relieved to be whole again.

"Quinlan Elysiar," she called.

Her voice was feminine, but it echoed weirdly, sounding as if multiple mouths spoke at once. "We meet at last."

There was no warmth in her tone.

No overt hostility either.

Just a faint, unmistakable edge of displeasure, as if his existence had already inconvenienced her long before this moment.

Quinlan took Goddess Lilyanna in fully.

And the first thing he understood with absolute clarity was that this woman wasn't here to indulge him.