'I am fighting her on her terms,' Quinlan realized, his internal flames settling into a steady, white-hot glow. 'I was trying to use carnal dominance, trusting my Primordial Breeding Physique and mental fortitude to get me through. I thought gritting my teeth and exerting extreme willpower would let me succeed here.'
Ayame's words echoed in his memory: 'This trial can't just be about having fun or learning to become a sex god.'
It was about evolution. It was about the fusion of his will, his mana, and his biological sovereignty. If Nyxara was the ultimate predator in the warfare of carnal pleasures, he didn't need to be a bigger predator; he needed to take their duel to a different stage. He needed to turn his very essence into a conduit for his authority, to evolve the powers he wielded and turn them into something that got him through this challenge.
