Chapter 972: Iron Will
Chapter 970 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" opens showing suspense: His magic snapped once again. Despite his earlier successes at overcoming her suppression efforts. Together... Continue the adventure!
His magic snapped once again. Despite his earlier successes at overcoming her suppression efforts. Together with her halberdâs synergistic suppression, she posed a whole new level of challenge he needed to overcome.
Quinlan gasped as he felt his magical aura flickering violently. A slash of dissonance tore through his mana veins. For three whole seconds, he couldnât feel his connection to his core at all.
"Numbers are meaningless," Sareth declared with a monotone tone that was oddly reminiscent of Black Fang.
Her next step shattered the floor.
A pulse of gravitational force slammed out in a twenty-meter radius all around her. The team was flattened unless they countered or endured it.
Kitsaraâs spell fizzled out just as she felt like she was getting the hang of it. Feng screamed as she was pinned, way too out of her weight class in this fight. Blossom phased halfway into the Void but was yanked back. Her nose started bleeding.
Only Vex and Quinlan stood through it. The earth buckled beneath his boots, but he stood, his shoulders trembling violently and eyes observing his enemy with great scrutiny. This Sareth woman was immensely powerful. He had to be careful, knowing one mistake was all itâs going to take for tragedy to strike.
Vex was already moving.
A violet triangle of hexes became visible around her body.
"." She aimed at Sarethâs knees, to sap her dexterity.
"!" This one was cast on herself. Any magic suppression now fueled her resistance.
A burst of malice escaped her lips. "Iâve wanted to fight you for a long time! You certainly didnât disappoint."
"Of course not," Sareth replied flatly.
She stepped through Vexâs curse like it were mist. Her class, called Warden of the Severed Chain, bled Anti-Magic with every breath. Curses bent around her, misfiring off trajectory unless cast with deliberate finesse.
But Vex adapted.
She adjusted her timing, aimed slower, but cleaner. No spam. No panic. Just precision.
Kitsara finally forced a spell through, casting around Quinlanâs body to produce phantoms of movement. It gave Sareth pause.
"Good girl!" Vex congratulated while engaging in a flurry of blows with the woman.
"Donât patronize me, you horny lunatic!" Kitsara snapped at her, though she was gasping for air just from a single cast. "You were the one moaning about being milked dry three days ago!"
"Less kink talk, more death spells! Canât you remain professional even in this situation, you damned sluts?!" Feng shouted, slamming her Gremlord palms together.
A burst of unhinged energy exploded forth from her palms. These were neon lines that zigzagged through the air, slicing through space like corrupted code, and punched directly into the core of Sarethâs gravitational field.
The entire battlefield hiccuped.
No, it desynchronized.
The , a masterwork of precision control cast by a master of her craft and a truly powerful person, was suddenly trying to function in two separate physics engines at once. Time ticked wrong, spatial pressure warped like a drunken accordion, and localized gravity vectors spiked, then vanished, then reversed for just an instant.
Sarethâs perfectly calibrated stance slipped half a step.
Not from the force emitted by her lower leveled enemies, but because the laws of nature around her momentarily didnât agree with themselves.
Her brow furrowed, watching her enemies with renewed vigor. "What strange classes..."
Fengâs eyes lit up like festival lanterns. "Hehe! Youâre not the only one who can disrupt!"
The spell ended as quickly as it came. It was unstable, unreliable, and never to be repeated the same way twice. "Fuck!" Feng cursed.
But it worked.
For just a sliver of time, the was Glitched.
And that was all the team needed to strike back.
"!" Sareth cast.
*CLANG!* A thunderous pulse sent everyone reeling again.
She had spent her tokens that were collected throughout the battle by parrying strikes and spells aimed at her. She collected enough that their consumption allowed her to achieve multiple outcomes at once: resetting cooldowns, interrupting Vex mid-cast, and stunning the entire zone for one second.
But even this wasnât enough to slow the pair at the vanguard down in a serious enough manner.
Their eyes met again.
Quinlan burst forward, using Gale Form to swiftly reposition himself behind Sareth.
Vex launched two new hexes toward Sarethâs shadow instead of her body.
Then the others joined in as well. Kitsara created an illusion of Blossom attacking from the front.
Blossom actually came from the ceiling.
Fengâs gremlord ooze hurled a banana peel. (It missed.)
Four warriors. One monster.
And yet... Sarethâs stance never broke.
This wasnât just battle.
This was containment.
Suppression.
Control.
Sareth spun her halberd once, and chains of aura spun with it.
"Your current strength is still yours only by my permission."
And then she prepared to activate a spell she hadnât had to use in many decades:
The very air stopped breathing.
That was the first thing they noticed.
Wind halted. Magic fizzled. Even time itself felt like it forgot how to march forward for a second.
didnât announce itself with fanfare or the loud bang of a fireball.
It simply was.
The moment Sareth raised her halberd and slammed its pommel into the stone, reality obeyed.
The 25-meter radius around her bloomed in a dull green light, barely visible, yet heavy enough to crush thought. It was as if every possibility within the zone had been chained down. Even hope.
Kitsaraâs illusions died outright.
Fengâs Gremlord spell fizzed into corrupt static, unable to finalize its chaotic calculation.
Blossomâs void shimmer glitched once, then flattened, trapping her for a heartbeat between planes.
Even Vexâs curses recoiled this time around.
In her domain, some law had just been rewritten, and that law declared:
"You will not cast. You will not fly. You will not run. You will not hide."
And Sareth stood at its center: calm, grim, and resolute. A one-woman apocalypse.
Her halberd brimmed with power.
The floor beneath them cracked.
The team of predators, tricksters, and tyrants had walked into a prison.
And now, they were the inmates.