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Chapter 1430 Training Stations
Serika let out a short, knowing laugh. "You don't have to worry about that part. I've spent enough time with him to know for a fact: Quin is a massive sucker for firm, female abs. Your 'grit' is exactly what he likes. And, by the way, you wouldn't be in the harem if he wasn't already interested in you, both body and mind. You've truly got nothing to worry about."
"…" Kaelira let out a tiny, uncertain whimper, still feeling like a fledgling bird compared to the ancient predator inside the cage, and even to her fellow mortal women, who could speak about private details like this with zero shame while they had a literal primordial audience.
Truly, it wasn't just Quinlan who lacked in the shame department, Kaelira realized.
That was when a sharp, loud clap echoed through the clearing, cutting through the chatter and the internal crises. Ayame stood with her arms crossed, her expression calm and authoritative as she looked over her friends and allies.
"Okay, it's high time for us to get productive," Ayame decreed.
Hanae raised an eyebrow. "You've made me curious. How can you be so calm?"
"I knew what I was signing up for. I believe in him. But I also know this isn't a battle that finishes in an hour, or even a few days. Quinnie is going to be fighting for his life and his evolution for many, many days. Standing here worrying won't change the outcome."
She gestured to the vast open space surrounding the dome. "Instead of wasting time on anxiety, we should embrace the present for what it is, no matter how absurd, and use the time we've been given to its maximum. Our man, our leader, is training in his own way, and we should do the same."
Then she looked the girls over once again, scoffing, "Or who here among you wants to be demoted to trophy wife status? Because I can tell you right now: if you don't make the most of this opportunity…" she paused to gesture at the primordials around them, "… you will be left in the dust. This is not a picnic but a do-or-die situation."
Suddenly, even the most worried of wives felt their hearts steel with resolve. Ayame was right. Quin was going to win; they had to believe that. And to continue fighting at his side, they had to grow stronger.
Kiryssa, the drow primordial, let out a wry, dark chuckle as she glanced at Nyxara's silhouette. "Hey, why don't we set up the training here? All of us together. That way, you girls can keep an eye on your lover and his… Duel. And if he manages to find the strength to spare a glance outside..." she paused, her eyes glinting with amusement, "...he can observe your progress, too. If he has the strength to spare, that is."
"Sounds good to me," Thyra added, nodding firmly. "This way, we can rotate the girls. Some, like the alchemist Aurora, will need specialized training from Thindlebrim, but most of you can benefit from having multiple teachers from different backgrounds."
"A training station with the dome at the center?" Hanae mused, tapping her chin before a small smile touched her lips. "Fine. Why not? Sounds like a lot of fun."
Kiryssa turned her gaze toward the two male Primordials who had been watching the proceedings with varying degrees of detachment. "What about you, Thindlebrim, Björn? I know you both have the power to set up a station here. The only question is if you are actually willing to put in the effort."
Björn let out a low, gravelly grumble that sounded like stones grinding together in a mill. But before he could voice his reluctance, Luminara stepped forward. Her expression was still tight with the lingering fury she felt toward Nyxara, and her eyes flashed with a protective light.
"I will help you with the process, Björn. I want these girls close by because we are not leaving Quinnie alone with that creature. I can tell they want it too, and I hope their presence will help Quinnie overcome the nightmarish challenge."
Björn looked at Luminara and then at Mearie, seeing the sheer maternal agitation radiating from both of them. He recognized that arguing with two turbo mothers who felt their child was being defiled was a losing battle. He let out one final, resonant grunt and nodded his head. "Fine," he rumbled. "If the two of you are so intent on being masons, I'll build the forge here. We'll need to set it up so it has noise cancellation, or you'll be the ones who drive me away within days."
"Whatever you need, just tell us," Miri nodded.
Mearie then sent a sharp glance toward Thindlebrim, but the impatient gnome Primordial threw his hands up in a gesture of total refusal. "Absolutely not!" he barked, his voice high and shrill with indignation. "My laboratory is a sanctuary of precision and silence. It is where I perform my greatest works, and I am not moving my delicate equipment into the dirt just so I can listen to days of incessant moaning! I have my standards, and I refuse to lower them!"
The girls shifted uncomfortably at his bluntness, but Aurora stepped forward before the tension could escalate. "I understand Lord Thindlebrim's concerns perfectly. The path of alchemy requires a stillness that this environment lacks. I don't mind going to his laboratory for my lessons. I can still travel back here between our sessions to cheer Quin on and check his progress."
Thindlebrim paused, his sharp eyes squinting as he looked at Aurora with a new level of respect. He clearly appreciated her dedication to the craft over the distractions of the flesh. "A sensible youth," he muttered, his tone softening. "Follow me then, student. We have much to do, and that damned woman has already cooked a fresh batch of cookies for your arrival. You'd better tell her they are tasty or she will cry and I will never hear the end of it."
Aurora beamed, her face lighting up at the prospect of both learning and sweets. "Okay!" She gave a final, encouraging wave toward the pink-tinted dome before scurrying after the gnome toward his distant workshop.
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With the arrangements finalized, the area around the Rank-Up Trial transformed into a bustling camp of martial and magical industry. While Quinlan Elysiar fought a desperate, soul-searing battle for his life and his dignity against the ancient lust of Nyxara, his lovers and allies began the most grueling training session of their lives. They would not wait for him in idle prayer; they would become the weapons he needed for the wars to come.