Chapter 970: Ominous Presence
Chapter 968 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" opens revealing intense scenes: Kitsara took point, her movements fluid and deliberate as her woven illusions materialized around her.... Keep reading!
Kitsara took point, her movements fluid and deliberate as her woven illusions materialized around her. Her eyes scanned every angle, every floor tile, while her fingers traced illusion sigils across the walls, checking for embedded glyphs or hidden spell formations.
Blossom moved right next to her, complimenting the foxâs skillset with her own, with nose twitching, ears swiveling.
Kitsara responded without a word of mischief, her hand immediately fluttering through the air to overwrite the nearest detection artifact with an illusion of its own state. Blossom gently flicked a pebble into the air, disarming the next ward with a minute Void pulse that muffled the trigger mechanism.
Behind them, Quinlanâs eyes shone brightly as she watched the professionals at work. He didnât give any orders or even words of guidance. He didnât need to. Their synergy was perfect.
The squad advanced in this manner for minutes through the corridorâs narrowing end... until they reached it.
A final gate.
Thick as a castle wall, reinforced with swirling formation glyphs and suppressive enchantments powerful enough to kill most intruders on proximity alone.
But none of that was what made them stop.
It was her.
Standing motionless before the great doors like a statue carved of living steel was a woman of deathly poise. Her figure was tall, statuesque, armored in a mastercrafted blend of green silk and steel-plated form. Her long halberd leaned casually against the wall beside her, feeling more like an afterthought than a weapon her life depended on.
But none of them were foolish enough to assume it wasnât within reach.
There was no anger in her face, surrounded by her green hair. No threat. No posturing.
Only certainty.
Certainty that she would kill whoever approached.
An aura of quiet, battle-hardened domination radiated from her.
Kitsara froze mid-step. Blossomâs tail dropped, ears folding back. Even Quinlanâs foot halted as his gaze locked onto the woman.
None of them had to say it out loud, for it was obvious
They were standing before one of the strongest warriors theyâd ever encountered.
The womanâs head rose, slowly, methodically. She was not in a hurry.
Her emerald eyes, polished and sharp as cut glass, locked directly onto them despite the darkness, despite the illusions, despite the silence.
Blossom stiffened.
Kitsaraâs breath caught in her throat.
Feng clutched her catalyst tighter.
Quinlan narrowed his eyes.
That thought was universal. And terrifying.
With a mental flick, Quinlan activated .
But the moment he continued...
There was a beat of utter silence. Then Vexâs voice changed. The seduction, the sass, all of it was gone.
A silence hung between them over the mental link.
Vexâs panic boiled over into a scream.
But even as Vex howled through the link, it was already too late.
Sarethâs body shifted.
No dramatic declarations. No shouts or threats.
Just one breath.
Then she moved.
The air snapped apart as she launched forward like a silent missile, legs braced, wind whipped, halberd in hand, in the blink of an eye. The space between them and her vanished with terrifying speed.
Quinlan barely managed to react, and only because had pushed his Agility stat to supernatural levels. His saber flashed upward, catching her halberd mid-swing with a shrieking clash of force and wind.
The shockwave slammed outward, sending dust and magic rippling along the corridor walls. Kitsara and Blossom leapt back instantly. Feng yelped and scrambled behind cover.
And Quinlan stood locked in place, feet sliding several inches backward on the stone.
Sareth had arrived.
And she didnât intend to let any of them leave alive.
Blossomâs eyes were wide as she muttered in disbelief, "Blossom... Blossom couldnât react in time..." she whispered.
Kitsaraâs normally impish face was drained of all color. "I could sense her true, sheer presence only after she attacked. Not before. For a woman of her power, this requires immense control to pull off."
And Fengâpoor Fengâwas practically frozen in place behind a half-crumbled support column, heart hammering so loudly she thought it might make a run for it on its own. "I... Iâve never seen anything like that... I mean, that was faster than a spell triggering. Was that pure speed? Or was that a technique? But she didnât even cast anything!"
However, amidst the chaos, the panic, the spiraling fear...
"Focus."
Quinlanâs voice cut through the rising storm.
Not loud. Not barked like a general trying to make the impossible happen through sheer will alone. No... he just sounded controlled.
Tense, strained, yes.
But perfectly steady.
It grounded them. Rooted them. Snapped them back to reality.