The moment Mithras' milk filled up Akamana's backdoor, the Grand Priestess' eyes glazed over, and she climaxed for the final time, passing out subsequently. Meanwhile, Mithras' Human Aphrodisiac instincts kicked in, and he opened his mouth, reflexively absorbing every drop of Akamana's orgasmic essence!
The final stage of Mithras' evolution kicked in here, prompting a spell of violent headaches that sent him reeling back. For reasons, he couldn't understand, Mithras' mind buzzed nonstop, acting as if a colony of bees had burrowed into his brain.
The smell of honey filled his nostrils, and he stood up, lurching in confusion. And if the system wasn't going through an update, Mithras would be able to see:
—Status—
<Name: Mithras>
<Age: 18>
<Gender: Male>
<Race: Half Monster>
<Charm: Divine>
<System Title: Netori Novice<>Ero Sage<>One-Man Brothel>
<Templar rank: 12th level of Minor Expansion>
<Sid Level: 5,000 units>
<Mutation: Adamantine Dragon King (divine class)>
<Sid Flame: Wrathful God Fire (tyrant class) <> Pyrogasmic Genesis (divine class)>
<Destiny: Blank>
<Controlled Destiny: Great Blood Emperor (saint class)>
<Talents: Human Aphrodisiac (tyrant class) <> Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor (king class) <> Netori Milk Fountain (first class) <> Thunderclap (saint class) <> Born to Dominate (divine class) <> Perfect Spear (divine class) <> Priapic Dragon Bones (2/36)>
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"Ishtar...I...have to break the spell." Balling up his fists, Mithras pushed through the pain and confusion, straightening his back and getting dressed in a heartbeat. The flame screen broke down, and one heavy step at a time, Mithras emerged from the embers, walking towards Ishtar.
Akamana stayed on the ground, with all traces of the previous session erased by the Violet Flames.
"He did it. He really...did it." While Cassandra's heart sank at Mithras' state, Elektra marveled at his accomplishment, still struggling to come to terms with the result of this confrontation. The Violet Flame still charged the two sisters, but now that Akamana was out cold, would they still get the chance to taste its boons?
Her focus broke, and with it the chains that aimed at Mithras' head. But as this played out, at the back, the Elektra sisters bit their lips to blood, slowly extending their hands towards one another.
Both pushed through their limits, their bones snapping as they broke their limits.
From where was that strength coming from?
Cassandra didn't want to lose Mithras. And Elektra didn't want to lose to herself—to deflate and break down like a fragile doll while the enemy ran amok on their land and youths still fought with desperation!
She could face the past and crumble later! But now, she had to fight back!
[Pyretic Hell]
In tandem, the Elektra sisters joined their right and left hands respectively, activating their house's forbidden skill.
But while Elektra learned it faster, Cassandra had always been more compatible with Pyretic Hell, able to use it without any of the drawbacks that other Elektra kin faced. Consequently, her Pyretic Hell was far more powerful than others at the same level.
Elektra now chain-locked Cassandra to herself through Sid Manipulation, enabling her to borrow that compatibility to supercharge her powers.
They didn't have a chance to communicate, yet the sisters worked in perfect synch. And as Cassandra puked blood, her knees buckling under the pressure of the Grand Priestess' suppression, Elektra lunged forth, blitzing Akamana, and hacking at her arm with a gigantic blade of silver flames.
Realizing that for some reason, she could only use a portion of her strength near Mithras, Akamana teleported to a distant particle, sweeping the scene with confusion.
Four times.
In the blink of an eye, her powers had been dominated by human emotions four times.
Ishtar stood beside her brother, in a trance yet still fighting for him while the Elektra sisters had broken the suppression and Mithras almost snapped her hand in two.
This...was incomprehensible. She'd just taken the biggest leap of her existence, so why...was she facing such anomalies?
The Grand Priestess wouldn't have the answer because the moment next, a great sandstorm soared into the sky, rising from the deepest recesses of the royal palace.
Mithras' lips curled up, and he fell to his knees—heaving a sigh of relief.
Barely had the Human Aphrodisiac dropped that two figures appeared in a twister of sand dust.
One, a stunning young woman with bright red hair and slit dragon eyes, flawless curves, and a shy look on her face. The other, a dark-haired bombshell with a pair of golden, feline eyes. The bombshell had a more mature look to her and wore the scarlet and gold of the royal family.
Nagini and Vel'Asha had made their entrance.
But as the Queen Mother's eyes locked on Akamana, her brows furrowed—marking her confusion.
"Who...are you?"