AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC476: Devoured By A Stone?
Chapter 476: Devoured By A Stone?
"Now how are we supposed to find them" Daniel looked around, the general environment was not much different than the outer layer
But the atmosphere was completely different, the air was much colder, the rain fell harder and faster and instead of the sound of the raging sea there was another sound
Come... come... come find me...
This voice kept echoing in their ears, like the voice of a little girl asking for help, but they were not stupid enough to be tricked by something like that
"I don't know either, all we can do is search carefully and hope we can find them" William said after a moment of thought
There was no direct way to find the S Ranks, the only option was to search the whole island and hope they would come across them
"Should we search this way" Daniel looked at the fork, one path to their right and the other to the left, both were dark and barely lit
Worse, both directions gave him a sense of danger, clearly there were things down there that could kill both of them
After all this was a Purple Rank dungeon, the fact they had encountered so few monsters so far was strange on its own
"What are you doing" Daniel turned and saw William covering himself with mud and then rubbing large leaves on himself
"Obviously trying to hide my scent, you want some S Rank monsters to find us"
Daniel wanted to say something but then nodded, it came to his mind that maybe monsters could track them through divine sense or something similar
But then he remembered that all senses were heavily restricted and weakened on this island and could not be used properly, meaning the monsters probably could not find them any other way than smell
He also covered himself with mud and rubbed some leaves on his body, not sure if it really worked but at least it was free to try
Besides he was not that worried about his life, if they ran into some overly strong monster he could simply use Fallen Step to get out of here
"Which way should we go" William looked at both sides and asked
"Let's go left" Daniel thought for a moment before answering
"On what basis did you decide that"
"I just feel like there's less danger there" in reality he had just asked Vorak for help and his Fallen told him there was less danger on the left
William glanced at him then walked left, they entered slowly and suddenly the massive trees covered above them
The trees were over a hundred meters tall and the leaves were so large they nearly covered the entire sky, even the raindrops could no longer reach them
For strange reasons a sense of peace and safety washed over them, as if as long as they stayed under these trees they would be completely safe
No need to worry about monsters or dangers... maybe it would not even be bad to spend their entire lives here... even the fruits of the trees looked delicious
Though both quickly turned their heads, their eyes locked on each other and they swallowed their saliva
"What was that"
"Mental attacks our minds are under attack be careful not to fall" William warned
Daniel nodded, raising his guard to the highest level, his mind had almost fallen, if that happened the result would have been disastrous
He slowly tried to stay away from the big trees and walked in the middle of the path
Because there was no day or night in this dungeon and the sky was always half dark half bright with endless rain, they had completely lost their sense of time
At this point they did not even know how long they had been walking, or how long they had been in this cursed dungeon
Maybe just ten minutes had passed maybe an hour but it also could have been a full day
There was no way to know how much time had gone by while walking, William even tried to count seconds and minutes but each time he got distracted by that strange voice and lost the count again
"Let's rest a little" Daniel suggested after seeing William's poor condition
Their minds were extremely exhausted, the fact they had endured all these mental attacks up until now was already a miracle
"Alright" William said and leaned against a huge rock nearly twice his size, rubbing his eyes with his hands
Because the rock was near the trees Daniel did not dare to get close and instead lay down in the middle of the path staring upward
Unfortunately the giant leaves had blocked the sky and it could not be seen
"I'm hungry" William suddenly said causing a frown on both his and Daniel's faces
"Are you kidding"
"No I'm really hungry"
Daniel wanted to say something but then his own stomach growled loudly announcing hunger, the frown on both their faces deepened
This should simply be impossible with their ranks they should not even feel hunger at all, their bodies could easily use mana and internal energy to replace food
It seemed they both realized something, they quickly checked their mana and energy reserves and what they saw shocked them
"What the hell" William said in disbelief, more than eighty percent of his mana and energy reserves were completely gone and worse he had not even noticed
"How the hell is that possible" Daniel groaned, the same thing had happened to him, and worse his body should have been able to regenerate energy quickly
So why had it not done anything and how had he not even noticed that much energy vanishing from his body
"What do we do now"
"You're asking me who am I supposed to ask"
"We need to get out of this part of the island as fast as possible" William said with discomfort
Daniel nodded and stood up, they were not stupid and had realized there was something wrong with this path they had entered
A heavy sense of unease surrounded both of them, they felt like something bad could happen at any moment
William also tried to get up but then realized... he could not move he tried again and realized his body was restrained
"Help me!!" he shouted but before Daniel could react the huge rock William was leaning on suddenly turned jelly-like
Without giving William any chance to react the stone swallowed him
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AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC477: Time Of Judgment
Chapter 477: Time Of Judgment
Daniel felt unreal for a moment and even thought he had seen it wrong, how the hell could a rock f**king swallow a human?
He did not rush in recklessly and instead looked carefully at the rock, it kept shaking and did not have its original solid state at all.
"Is it... chewing him?" Daniel felt like his worldview had just expanded, but that was not the important matter right now.
The important matter was how to save William in this situation. Without hesitation or wasting time, he immediately summoned his sword.
However, before he could strike the rock, something suddenly shot out from the ground and grabbed his legs.
"Hah? Damn it what is this!" he growled and realized that a bunch of things that looked like tree roots had wrapped around his legs.
Without much thought he slashed them all apart and floated in the air, distancing himself from the ground.
But suddenly from beneath the trees huge roots emerged and attacked him, dozens and even hundreds of them charged at once trying to swallow him as well.
Daniel let out a cold growl and raised his sword, death energy poured out from his body and instantly engulfed all the roots.
The moment they touched his body they were destroyed and turned into ashes, nothing of them remained. Root after root lunged at him but each one met the same fate.
"If this is all you got then your fate is already decided" he said with a mocking tone, all the roots vanished within a single minute.
He did not even know who he was talking to but judging by the attacks there were clearly monsters here right?
And his guess was right, it seemed those monsters got angry after hearing his words, the ground suddenly began shaking like a terrifying earthquake.
It felt like the entire island was trembling.
Suddenly the branches of all the massive trees around Daniel began moving and shaped themselves into blades, each tree alone had hundreds of branches now aiming at him.
"Well this isn't good" he gave a bitter smile and prepared to defend with his sword, slowly realizing that coming into this dungeon without his skills was a really stupid decision.
The branches rushed toward him, their power was abnormally high and it even seemed like they could cut the air itself.
But before they could touch him they collided with the blade of The Heavens Honor and were instantly cut down.
He unleashed hundreds of sword strikes within mere seconds, slicing all the branches of a tree apart. Each strike left behind a trace of destruction, countless branches filled the air.
He did not let the branches hit the ground, death energy burst from his body and every broken piece was reduced to ashes.
"Seems like there's still more" seeing more trees targeting him he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Without wasting time the branches of the trees swarmed at him again, and without a single mistake he struck thousands of flawless blows, shredding them into pieces.
The smell of death filled the entire area and now the giant trees had lost all their branches, though the attackers only seemed even more enraged.
The massive leaves that covered the skies above fell down all at once as if trying to swallow Daniel.
He directly infused death energy into his sword and in thousands of strikes shredded every falling leaf, reducing them to ashes.
For a few moments silence covered the area, as if nothing had ever happened, but it felt more like the calm before the storm.
His cold gaze landed on the giant trees, he had already realized that these trees themselves were the monsters.
He pointed his sword at them, ready to strike at any moment, the only issue was that he did not know how to kill or destroy them.
He had destroyed their roots, burned their branches to ash, even eliminated their leaves, yet they still did not die.
While lost in thought the ground started trembling again, and suddenly two enormous black eyes appeared on each tree staring straight at him.
Below those eyes an old wrinkled mouth formed.
"Filthy creature how dare you taint our home" it was unclear which one had spoken, but a sharp screeching voice echoed.
"I didn't do anything, it was you bastards who attacked me first" Daniel flinched slightly, not expecting these monsters to actually talk.
"Ridiculous, you came first and now you must die" the same screeching voice resounded.
The giant trees suddenly pulled themselves out of the ground, their entire bodies slowly transforming. From long hundred meter tall trees they changed into titan-like beings resembling those stone titans.
But they were far more massive and appeared to be made of wood. In front of them Daniel looked smaller than an ant.
It was clear that each step they took could shake the entire island, they were so tall it seemed like they reached the sky and could grab it with their hands.
And even more terrifying was the number of them, there were hundreds surrounding Daniel from every side.
He gave a bitter smile and looked at the wooden giants with tired eyes... or maybe he should call them tree titans.
"Human, the punishment for trespassing into our home is death. And you even dared to defend yourself and resist the punishment" the sharp cold voice rang again.
The tree titan standing in front of Daniel raised its enormous hand, and as it rose the entire atmosphere seemed to quake.
"And now the time of judgment has come" and with those words the massive hand came crashing down.
A terrifying shockwave erupted, shaking the entire island, even the other inhabitants felt it.
The impact was so massive it created a violent storm, the whole sky trembled and on the ground a crater in the shape of a palm spread dozens of meters wide and several kilometers deep.
"And the judgment is complete."
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AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC478: Actual Power
Chapter 478: Actual Power
The wooden titan slowly lifted its massive hand, revealing the huge crater left behind by its attack. Dust covered the entire area for a moment.
"The punishment has ended," the screeching voice echoed. The tree giants seemed to believe that the two sinful humans had finally been judged.
"There was too much noise," another wooden titan said, glancing around before its gaze landed on the girl standing at the center of the island on the mountain ridge.
Seeing that nothing had happened, it let out a sigh of relief. Then all of them began returning to their places, intending to revert to tree form.
But to their shock, as the dust settled, a completely unharmed figure stood in the middle of the crater. His white hair swayed in the wind, his mask covering his face, hiding any expression.
His clothes were a bit dusty, but there was no blood anywhere, not a single sign of injury—as if nothing had even happened.
"You? How are you still alive!" one of the wooden titans shouted with a frown, fear lacing its voice.
All of their eyes locked on the human. Seeing him without the slightest wound made them scowl, but fear also crept into their black eyes.
They were certain the strike had killed him. Yet this human stood unscathed, not even scratched.
How could this be possible? No matter how strong a human might be, a body like this should be impossible.
"That was all you had?" Daniel said softly. His voice carried mockery and sarcasm.
The tree giants grew furious, the ground shaking beneath them. Their terrifying aura filled the sky.
"Human! How dare you! You should have died under that strike! Now we'll make you regret ever being born!"
"You sure talk a lot. Talk talk talk. Do you even know how to act? Just a bunch of rotten old trees. Trash like you doesn't even deserve to stand in front of me." Daniel said coldly. He rose into the air, calmly standing in the sky.
His gaze swept across the titans glaring at him with killing intent. Not the slightest trace of fear appeared in his eyes.
One of them finally lost its patience, reaching out with its massive hand to grab him. The roar shook the sky.
Under that enormous hand, Daniel looked smaller and weaker than an ant. Yet without the slightest hesitation, he activated the Law of Death, death energy flooding over the blade of his sword.
The moment the giant's hand drew close, Daniel swung his sword, starting his attack. His speed was so great that his movements couldn't be seen with the naked eye.
Even the titans' eyes couldn't follow what happened.
Boom!
When he finally lowered his sword, the body of the giant that had attacked was already split apart, crashing to the ground.
"Huh?" Even the wooden titan itself hadn't realized what had happened. The last thing it remembered was reaching for the human.
The next moment, its body was scattered across the ground in pieces. A black energy spread over the fragments, turning them all to ash.
Nothing remained of the massive titan but ashes.
"What? What just happened?"
"What did this human do? He didn't even move?"
"You! What trick did you use?" The titans stepped back in fear, not daring to charge recklessly.
"Trick? This is called swordsmanship." Daniel laughed. He hadn't done anything special, only used his sword to cut the giant into pieces.
But he had unleashed his full speed, which made his movements completely invisible.
Although these wooden titans seemed strong, most of them were only at Half Step S Rank, with one or two at False S Rank.
There wasn't a single true S Rank among them. He had no reason to be afraid. But there was still one problem.
"Human, we admit we underestimated you! But so what? There are many of us while you're alone! No matter how strong you are, you can't defeat us all!"
"Who said I was alone?" Daniel said playfully. Under their shocked and confused stares, an ocean of blood spread beneath his feet.
Moments later, hundreds of the Fallen emerged, bowing respectfully to him.
"Help me crush these useless giants."
"As our Lord commands," the Fallen answered in unison. A moment later, they all prepared to attack.
The wooden titans grew even more uneasy at the sight of the Fallen, but there was no turning back.
They exchanged glances, nodding at one another. Then a screeching roar shook the sky as they charged at Daniel and his Fallen army.
The Fallen also charged, clashing with the titans. Their attacks struck one after another.
But unfortunately, the results were minimal. Among all the Fallen, only one had power beyond Rank A. The rest were between Peak Rank A and Rank B.
Naturally, they stood no chance against titans who were all Half Step S Rank.
But Daniel didn't care. All he wanted was for the Fallen to distract them so he could do what he had planned.
"Now's the time." His eyes lit up as the battlefield grew chaotic.
He raised his hand, and a black sphere appeared in his palm, formed from the Law of Death.
Even holding it, he himself felt a trace of danger. He glanced at it one last time, then activated it.
The sphere detonated, and black energy swept across the land for several kilometers. Everything withered instantly.
Even the wooden titans felt their bodies decaying, their forms withering. Terror twisted their faces, and some even thought about running away.
But Daniel would never give them that chance. Now that they were weakened, it was the perfect time to slaughter them all. He raised his sword and vanished.
In just a few seconds, tens of thousands of strikes landed. The next moment, he appeared far away, right in front of the last standing titan.
The wooden giants were confused, not even sure what had happened. Then they realized they couldn't feel their limbs anymore. Their bodies collapsed into pieces on the ground.
Death energy consumed their remains. This time, they didn't even turn to ash.
Daniel stood calmly in the sky, mocking eyes looking over the fallen titans. He was a bit curious how much stronger he would become after devouring them.
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AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC479: Saving William Once Another Time
Chapter 479: Saving William Once Another Time
Daniel's gaze fell on the wooden titans, dozens of them, and now all of them were dead.
Even though their strength ranged from Half Step S Rank and some even at False S Rank, none of them could resist him.
Even he was a little surprised at his current strength, far beyond what he had expected. It might not be wrong to say that below a true S Rank, he had no opponent left.
Cough, cough!
"Looks like I have some limits too." Suddenly, he coughed up a few drops of blood. Seeing this, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
In truth, even though he managed to kill them all, it didn't mean it was easy for him. The only reason he could kill them so effortlessly was that black orb made from the Law of Death.
At first glance it may have seemed like just an ordinary orb, but to create it he had used up all of his mana and remaining energy inside his body.
He had even been forced to use part of his life force and spiritual power to boost it. All of this left his body in an extremely weakened state.
If he had been able to use his skills, he wouldn't have needed to go through such trouble. With [Eternal Judgment] and a bit of boosting, he could have killed them all without much effort.
Still, even now, from his perspective this was an absolute victory. Dozens of wooden titans with power far beyond Rank A. Whether he turned them into Fallen or devoured them, this was a complete win.
He walked toward them, without hesitation deciding to devour half of them and turn the other half into Fallen. Although it might have been better to go to William first, he wasn't too worried about that man.
His intuition told him William was completely fine, and he was certain that man was hiding many secrets.
He activated Everlasting Physique and his stomach turned into a devouring black hole.
Suddenly, half of the wooden giants were swallowed and disappeared without leaving a trace, as if they had never existed in the first place.
[Your physical strength has increased significantly]
[Your physical strength has greatly increased]
[Your physical strength has increased significantly]
[Your physical strength has ...]
[Are you sure you want to create a Fallen?]
[New Fallen successfully created]
He glanced briefly at the notifications. He didn't need them to know how much stronger he had become.
By devouring half of the wooden giants, his physical strength had increased to a terrifying level. Not only that, but by turning the other half into Fallen, he had obtained ten percent of their stats.
A massive current of power surged through his entire body, power that made him feel like he could now destroy the heavens and the earth and nothing could stop him.
It was an intoxicating and strange feeling, something he had never experienced before, at least not to this extent.
"Now I can kill the same number of wooden giants without even needing the death orb." He muttered to himself with a smile.
Fortunately, his energy and mana were recovering quickly, and it wouldn't take long before he returned to his peak strength.
His gaze then landed on the massive stone that was still in its place. He vanished from his spot and reappeared right in front of the stone.
The stone acted clueless, pretending to be just a normal rock, but only God knew how terrified it was at that moment.
"I'll give you five seconds to spit out the human you swallowed, otherwise you'll meet the same fate as them." Daniel said coldly, not caring.
The stone showed no reaction and continued acting like an ordinary stone.
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"So you really want to die." Daniel smirked and raised his sword. Seeing the blade, the stone panicked and suddenly lost its solid form.
It started trembling and a huge mouth appeared on it. Moments later, it looked like it was starting to vomit...
William's body, along with some other fluids, was spat out of the stone's mouth and thrown onto the ground. Then the stone turned solid again, as if nothing had happened.
"How disgusting and weird." Daniel said, then glanced at William's condition. Since he was covered in some kind of sticky liquid, Daniel decided not to touch him.
"Well, looks like he's still alive." Seeing that William was still breathing, Daniel let out a sigh of relief. No matter how strong he was, he preferred not to be alone in this dungeon.
"My Lord, a human is approaching from the distance." The Fallen descended softly to the ground.
"A human? Strong?"
"Stronger than this man, slightly weaker than you."
"Slightly weaker than me? Interesting." Mischief flashed in Daniel's eyes. He actually had a guess about who that approaching human might be.
But if his guess was right, then it was really strange, because for a Rank A to exist who was almost as strong as him was an extremely rare and nearly impossible thing.
He dismissed his Fallen and turned his gaze back to William, who seemed to slowly be opening his eyes.
"Where am I?" After opening his eyes, William looked around and frowned.
"How nostalgic." Daniel laughed and used a little mana to shock William out of his daze.
"Thank you." William stood up, checking his condition, and expressed his gratitude.
"No need to thank me, better clean yourself first."
"Understood." He nodded, and with a wave of his finger, all the sticky fluids covering him vanished as if they had never existed.
"What happened? Where are those giant trees?" He looked around, but none of those massive trees remained.
Instead, there was only a massive crater filled with ashes. The sky and surroundings were now completely clear.
"Well, nothing important." Daniel decided not to explain, since even if he did, this man probably wouldn't believe him anyway.
After all, what Rank A could fight that many Half Step S Rank titans and win so easily?
"I see. Then shall we continue on our way?" William, noticing that the masked man didn't intend to explain, didn't press further and changed the subject.
"Better wait a bit, someone is coming here."
"Oh? A human is coming? How do you know that?" He asked with confusion. As far as he knew, using spiritual senses here was impossible, right?
But before Daniel could answer, a beautiful figure appeared in the sky above them, staring down at them.
"Diana?" William muttered when he saw the young woman who had suddenly appeared.
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AWAKENING THE ONLY SSS-RANK CLASS! NOW EVEN DRAGONS OBEY MEC480: How To Get Out Of Dungeon
Chapter 480: How To Get Out Of Dungeon
"William and you...?" Diana looked at the two men on the ground with a cold and indifferent expression. Naturally she recognized one of them.
But the other one was wearing a mask and it was impossible to recognize him. Moreover the aura that was radiating from the masked man made her feel an indescribable sense of danger.
This sense of danger became even stranger when she realized that this masked man was only at Rank A. For a moment she doubted her intuition.
How could she feel such a strong threat from a Rank A? Could something have happened? Maybe this man had an item that made her feel that way?
However she felt that was not the case. It was this man's own power that was giving her such a strong sense of danger.
'Could it be...?' Suddenly her senior sister's words replayed in her mind—the words that said when she saw the target she would know.
Was her master's target this masked man? The target that forced her to live in this third-rate country for so many years?
"Something wrong?" William said when he saw the girl still standing above and staring at the two of them in confusion.
"Oh nothing. I just didn't expect you to reach the central layer." Diana quickly calmed her mind and then landed on the ground.
She decided not to act for now. It was better to leave the dungeon first and then report the situation to her senior sister.
"Things happened in the outer layer," William said and then began giving a brief explanation of what had taken place.
He also did not forget to explain about Daniel and the reason he had entered the dungeon.
"So all the Rank A Awakened turned into stone titans? And you couldn't leave the dungeon?" she murmured, her face turning somewhat ugly.
"That's right. Where are the Rank S? With their help leaving should be easy." Daniel glanced at the girl and asked. For some reason he had a strange feeling about her.
"Unfortunately problems happened for us as well," Diana frowned, making both of their faces suddenly turn serious.
If something had happened to the Rank S too then their situation would be even worse.
"This place we are in now is actually some distance from the center of the central layer. Most of the dangers here are at Half Step S Rank and False S Rank. But at the center all the monsters are Rank S and there are a lot of them."
"The Federation misjudged the rank of this dungeon. This is not just a normal Purple Rank but a very high-level Purple Rank. To clear it at least one National Rank Awakened is needed."
"That dangerous?" William frowned darkly.
"That's right. In fact the Rank S are now at the center of the island, most of them fighting the monsters, and some of them completely lost their minds. Just like what happened to the Rank A." Diana nodded and explained.
"So what do we do now?"
"Is there even anything we can do?" Daniel said sarcastically. When even the Rank S couldn't do anything what could they possibly do?
With his current power it was true he could defeat anything below True Rank S. But Rank S? He had no chance at all. Unless he used Fallen Will.
Since Fallen Will was neither an attack nor a defense skill it was available to him and he could activate it. But in his eyes it still wasn't necessary.
Unless they reached a point where there was really no other way then he would activate Fallen Will.
"Actually maybe there is a way. If we can destroy that tree." Diana pointed toward the giant tree at the center of the island on top of the mountain range.
"That tree is actually the king of the titans. As long as we destroy it the dungeon will be cleared and we can leave."
"Wait. That tree is the king of the titans?" William asked in surprise.
"Strange right? But it's that tree that creates the titans."
"So that's why I always felt something strange about that tree. All this time the real enemy was that tree." Daniel nodded.
"However killing it isn't easy. A monster at Peak Rank S is protecting it."
"..."
"You think we're idiots? First you say there's a way and now you say a Peak Rank S is guarding it! You want us all to die?" William frowned angrily.
"I never said it was doable. I said there's a way. Besides that titan protecting the tree is the only Peak Rank S in this dungeon. The other monsters are just Early S Rank." Diana mocked.
"Doesn't matter. We can't even kill the weakest Rank S, let alone a Peak Rank S. Before we even get close to the tree we'll be killed. Do I need to remind you that just the breath of a Peak Rank S can kill all of us?"
The atmosphere fell silent and this time even Diana said nothing, because William was right.
No matter how talented and powerful they were, in the end they were only Rank A. They had no chance even against the weakest Rank S.
Though her face was still calm. If the situation reached the worst state she still had ways to save herself and even escape the dungeon.
But unless it became critical she did not want to use that thing, because the price to pay was too high.
"How many Rank S do we need to pass to reach that tree?" Daniel suddenly said calmly.
"Many. Besides the titan Rank S we also need to get through those Federation Rank S who turned into titans. Maybe more than ten Rank S."
"And that's not the hardest part. The hardest part is that once you enter the center of the island you are directly attacked mentally by that cursed tree. No matter how strong your mind is the tree breaks all defenses and takes over your mind."
"As soon as your mind falls into its grasp the process of turning into a titan begins." Diana explained quietly.
"I may have a way to destroy that tree." Daniel looked at the two of them and said.
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Chapter 196: Aravelle [2]
The path outside was stone-paved and quiet, lined with silvery trees that whispered softly in the wind.
Lanterns floated midair like fireflies, glowing with soft magic.
Akamir didn't see it when he was here last time, but the kingdom was much more beautiful than anything else.
Yet...
He couldn't help but notice a difference in the people's mood.
They all looked like they weren't having a good time despite the calmness of the place.
Despite the beauty, there was a heaviness in the air.
Akamir looked to his side where Aravelle walked silently.
She kept her hood up, her now-disguised face blending easily with the crowd.
Akamir, with his white mask covering his face, did bring much suspicion.
"You were saying," Akamir prompted.
Aravelle glanced at him before continuing, her voice low and even.
"We Elves didn't always live here," she began. "This city—Elaren—is only three thousand years old. Before that, we lived deeper, far within a different continent."
Akamir looked at her curiously. "I see..."
He wanted to ask many things, but he asked the important ones.
"And how do you know all that?"
"The members of the council are given this information when they become one," she replied softly. "It's so we always remember our past and never forget who we are."
Akamir chuckled. "Are you sure you should tell me this?"
"It should be alright," she replied, glancing at the fairy on his shoulder. "Lady Sephrina will not mind about this."
Lili looked at the woman and gave her a slight nod.
"Anyway, as I was saying," she continued as they walked, "when the elves migrated to this continent, they were immediately harassed by the other races."
Akamir raised his eyebrow. "Ah, the elves were bitches before that, right?"
She glared at him but didn't rebuke his statement.
And how could she?
It was well known how the elves always tried to kill all the other races.
It was also well known how they were racist and always showed themselves superior to others.
"Back then, we weren't that strong, but we did have some good fighters," she replied softly. "Those were the ones who kept our race alive and fought for a place for us to live."
Aravelle walked slowly beside Akamir, her boots barely making a sound on the polished stone path.
Her voice, though calm, carried the weight of old wounds.
"They fought for every tree, every river. Piece by piece, we carved this place out of a continent that wanted nothing to do with us."
She stopped in her place as she then looked towards the World Tree.
Akamir also looked back at it as he couldn't help but admire the beauty of it.
"Only after all this were we able to place it and make this land our own," she continued as she began walking. "That's how we are here now."
Akamir, already too tired from all this, asked, "Why tell me all that?"
"So you can know who you are up against," she replied, looking back at him. "The heroes who fought for us were given the titles of Dukes, and that's how the four 'main families' were formed."
Akamir nodded slowly, his eyes still on the massive World Tree in the distance.
He then gave her a nod as he asked, "Who are these four main families?"
Aravelle's eyes lingered on the towering World Tree for a moment longer before she turned to face him.
"The four families are House Elmaris, House Faelor, House Tyrien, and House Solentha," she said calmly. "Each was founded by a war hero—elves who bled for our survival when we had no homeland."
Akamir folded his arms as they continued walking. "And they still hold power?"
"Of course," Aravelle replied, her tone almost sharp. "Each family oversees a quadrant of the elven kingdom. They answer only to the Council and, in rare cases, to the Empress."
Akamir glanced at her. "And let me guess—House Elmaris is yours?"
She nodded once. "I was born into Elmaris, yes."
That was a wild guess and Akamir was quite surprised that he got it right.
Akamir gave a quiet hum, but said nothing.
The streets were gradually growing narrower as they approached the inner sanctum of the elven city.
The trees were taller here, their trunks wrapped in glowing vines.
"So what about the other families?" he asked.
Aravelle sighed, brushing her cloak aside slightly as she walked. "House Tyrien commands the southern border. They are mostly warriors."
Akamir smirked under his mask. "Sounds boring."
"House Elmaris," she continued, "controls the eastern forests. They are secretive. They rarely speak in Council but always know everything before anyone else does."
Akamir just gave her a soft nod.
"And House Faelor rules the western sea coast," she finished.
"They are diplomats. Merchants. They deal with the outside world more than any of us."
'The house of Lewin.'
Akamir thought as he gave her a nod, still deep in thought.
"What about Sephrina's family?" Akamir asked, tilting his head.
"They were chosen by the World Tree," she replied, glaring at him. "And show some respect; she is the Empress."
Akamir ignored her as he rubbed his chin. "Who am I up against?"
"Everyone," she replied flatly. "All of them work under Lewin now."
Akamir let out a sigh. "Then why tell me all this?"
"So you are aware of your enemies," she replied with a smirk. "It was your own words."
Akamir clicked his tongue as he began to walk away.
"Hey!" she yelled. "What's your plan now?"
"To find evidence," Akamir replied without looking back. "I will see you later."
'Lewin is really a pain in the ass.'
Akamir thought as he walked down the streets.
Lewin has everything under him and finding evidence will be hard.
'The problem is that Sephrina can't do anything without any evidence.'
With how things are, she is nothing more than a name-only Empress.
The real owner of the kingdom is Lewin himself.
'Well, it was partially—no, mostly her fault.'
Being the Empress, how could she let so much power go to his hand?
"Sephrina sees him as her father," Lili suddenly said, snapping him out. "When Velyrian wasn't here, he was the one who looked after her."
"...I see."
Akamir mumbled softly, nodding his head.
He continued walking through the narrow streets, his hands tucked into his cloak, his white mask hiding the thoughtful expression beneath.
"Still, I need to find a way to look into this matter."
Akamir thought as he glanced at the fairy.
'Saia.'
He thought to himself and the next instant, a fairy appeared in front of him.
The shy fairy queen looked at him. "Yes, Akamir."
"Saia~."
Before Akamir could say anything, she was jumped by Lili.
The fairy hugged her tightly, which made the queen panic immediately.
Akamir smiled. "Mind keeping her company?"
Saia nodded softly. "Okay."
Lili beamed in happiness as she floated closer and placed a kiss on Akamir's cheek. "You are the best!!"
Akamir gave her a weird look as they both flew away.
'Hmm, wait a minute.'
Suddenly, something clicked in Akamir's mind.
'Wasn't Lili connected with Sephrina right now?'
Akamir wasn't sure, but he felt even more weird now.
'Argh, whatever.'
He thought as he returned back to his building.
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When Akamir entered the building, he already sensed some new people inside.
Akamir looked in and found a middle-aged man sitting on a chair.
When he noticed Akamir, the man immediately fell to his knees. "My Lord."
"You are late, Nerco," Akamir said as he walked closer. "Didn't you depart before us?"
"Forgive me, my Lord," he replied softly. "But the bandits attack a large number of people a lot."
Akamir stepped further into the room, removing his cloak with a flick of his hand as the door clicked shut behind him.
The middle-aged man—Nerco—kept his head low, kneeling on the floor like a servant before a king.
Akamir glanced around.
There were two more people in the room—both in dark cloaks, faces half-covered. They stood quietly near the wall, not daring to speak.
Akamir didn't bother asking who they were.
If Nerco brought them here, they were either skilled or already loyal.
Still, he didn't trust easily.
"You said there were attacks?" Akamir asked, walking past him and sitting down on the lone chair in the center.
Nerco slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his knees. "Yes, my Lord. But we took care of them."
Akamir nodded silently. "And the items?"
"We have a lot of them prepared this time," he replied. "The elves made a lot of demands for medicines."
Akamir nodded, though he thought something else. 'Sephrina never told me about this.'
Perhaps it wasn't her who ordered it, but Lewin did it without her permission.
'Hmm, looks like he is well aware of his kingdom's condition.'
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at Nerco. "Are you ready to deal with Lewin?"
"Yes, my Lord," he replied softly. "I will bring out the most profit from the deal."
"When is it?" Akamir asked.
"We were supposed to meet tonight, my Lord," he replied, lowering his gaze.
Akamir stood up. "Very well, then. I will be joining you."
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Reaching the entrance of the tent, I paused for a moment, listening for any sounds inside. I could hear the faint murmur of movement, but nothing that hinted at an immediate attack. Still, I wasn't about to let my guard down.
With one swift motion, I parted the cloth flaps and stepped inside.
As I stepped inside, I was greeted by an unexpectedly warm interior, completely at odds with the cold hostility I'd prepared for. The tent, much larger than I had anticipated, was bathed in a soft golden glow, courtesy of the countless candles placed carefully around the space. Their flickering flames cast dancing shadows across the canvas walls, filling the air with a faint, yet noticeable scent. Incense? Perhaps. It was subtle but foreign—strange for a war camp, almost out of place. The entire setup felt surreal.
Yet, the most peculiar thing was the silence.
There seemed to be no one inside. My senses, heightened and ever sharp, detected nothing immediately threatening. Was this a trap? Had Achilles grown desperate enough to ambush me in his own tent? Foolish. He'd have to do better than that if he thought I'd fall for such a simple trick.
My eyes, honed to see through darkness and deceit, scanned the tent with precision. I circled the room, the tension building as I neared a small, low table. That's when I saw her—a woman crouching awkwardly behind it, her presence hidden until now. Her posture was meek, almost trembling, though something in her demeanor didn't scream fear, but discomfort.
This wasn't Achilles.
Her appearance was striking—curly black hair framing her face, falling messily over her shoulders, and blue eyes that flickered with uncertainty. There was no mistaking it; this was Briseis, the supposed prize Achilles had won in battle. A beauty, no doubt, but I had expected her to be more… shattered, given what she'd likely endured in this brutal camp. Yet, she wasn't quite the broken captive I imagined.
Briseis met my gaze for a moment, though she quickly looked away, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. There was something more to her than the rumors suggested, but I didn't have time to ponder it further.
"Where is Achilles?" I asked, my voice steady but demanding.
"I…" Her voice was fragile, trembling on the edge of words she couldn't quite find. Fear? Hesitation? I couldn't tell, but she seemed lost.
I moved closer, my patience thinning. "Where is he? Why did he summon me?"
Before Briseis could answer, another voice cut through the still air, one that caught me completely off guard. It came from the very heart of the tent, smooth and laced with an unsettling confidence.
"Achilles isn't here, stranger."
I spun around, my instincts sharpened, ready for anything. What greeted me was far from what I expected.
Standing in the center of the tent, bathed in the soft glow of the candles, was a woman—no, a vision. She was easily one of the most breathtaking women I had ever seen, her beauty rivaling even that of Aisha. No, if I were honest with myself, she surpassed Aisha in a way that was hard to admit. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded down her back, falling in soft waves that shimmered in the candlelight, reaching her curvy waist. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of gold, glimmering as though they held secrets I would never grasp.
"Who are you?" I demanded, though my gaze couldn't help but notice the enticing dress she wore—white and green, flowing with elegance yet cut daringly to reveal glimpses of her cleavage and stopping just above her knees. Her attire felt almost like a challenge.
"Just a woman," she replied, a seductive smirk playing on her lips. "You can call me Khillea."
What in the world was happening here?
"Good for you," I said, my tone sharp, brushing off her allure. "Where is Achilles, and why did he call me?" My patience was thinning; I needed answers. Now.
I scanned the room again, searching for any sign of him, but Achilles was nowhere to be found. The more I looked, the more it became clear that both Briseis and this mysterious woman, Khillea, weren't here to ambush me. There was no sense of danger in the air, no lurking threat hiding behind the heavy drapes or low-lit corners. If anything, the atmosphere felt almost... intimate, but Khillea in particular stirred something deeper, a strange feeling I couldn't quite place.
She stood there, her golden eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance as I continued my search. Her patience, it seemed, had run thin.
"I told you," she said, her voice carrying a subtle edge, "he isn't here. Now what are you going to do?" She smiled, but there was a slyness behind it—a smile that seemed to know more than it was letting on.
I met her gaze with a deadpan expression, unimpressed by the theatrics. "I'll be going back to my tent," I replied coolly, turning to leave.
Before I could take a step, she fumbled forward, her voice rising sharply, almost desperate. "No. You're staying here—until Achilles returns!" Her outburst was unexpected, and it stopped me in my tracks.
Why was she so eager to keep me here? There was no reason to cause more trouble. I didn't need any further complications.
I sighed, turning back to face her. "Fine. When will he be back?"
Khillea hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with thought. "Twenty minutes should be sufficient…" she finally answered, though her tone was laced with something vague, as if she were calculating something else entirely.
I scoffed at the precision. "How convenient," I muttered, unimpressed.
But instead of responding with irritation, Khillea smiled—a slow, seductive curl of her lips. She stepped closer, her movement fluid, and before I knew it, she was standing right in front of me. Her hand reached out, grasping mine, and she guided it—slowly, deliberately—until it rested against her chest. The fabric of her white dress was impossibly thin, and through it, I could feel the warmth of her skin, her heartbeat steady beneath my palm.
Her eyes gleamed as she tilted her head, watching my reaction. "What are you going to do now?" she asked again, her voice a hushed whisper, the words hanging heavily between us.
I wasn't going to lose control, not like this. I had faced far greater temptations than this, and now wasn't the time to let my desires take over. "I'm going to wait for Achilles," I said evenly, my hand falling away from her body.
Khillea's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're different from the other Spartans," she mused, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Any of your peers would have jumped at the opportunity, taken me right here and now, and fucked me all night long."
Her words caught me off guard, but oddly enough, they also reassured me. If she thought I was one of the Spartans, that meant she didn't suspect who I truly was. Achilles had no idea I was an intruder. If he did, he certainly wouldn't have left me alone with his women like this.
"There's nothing special about controlling oneself," I replied.
"Hmmm." Khillea's gaze never left mine as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Maybe not," she whispered, her lips brushing lightly against my skin, "but right now, I want you to lose control."
Her breath, hot and teasing, sent a surge of heat through my body. There was something dangerously alluring about her—something far beyond the ordinary. I could feel my pulse quickening, my mind battling against the primal urges she stirred within me. No, this woman was not ordinary. There was something about her that felt... powerful.
"I'm sure Achilles will kill you if he catches you seducing another man," I warned, trying to keep my voice level. The last thing I wanted was to provoke Achilles by doing something reckless with his women.
But Khillea only laughed softly, the sound rich and filled with confidence. "I don't think so," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "It was Achilles himself who asked us to entertain you before he arrives."
That revelation stopped me cold. I blinked, staring at her in disbelief. Achilles… wanted me entertained? Why? What in the world was going on?
I couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion. Why was I being treated like some sort of esteemed guest? Did I do something to earn Achilles's favor? Had I caught his attention somehow without even realizing it?
Khillea's smirk deepened as she watched my reaction, her eyes filled with a knowing glimmer.
"Now, let me entertain you, Nathan."
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199 Finally looking for Astynome
"What happened?" I asked aloud, my voice cutting through the silence, though I wasn't expecting an answer from anyone in particular.
The room was quiet now, the intensity of the moment already fading. The brief encounter had come to an abrupt end, leaving me to reflect on the haze that had just passed. After what felt like such a short span of intimacy, it was already over. I leaned back, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts.
I think perhaps I had been caught off guard by Khillea's unique allure, her body exuding a kind of primal seduction that was hard to resist. There had been something raw and almost desperate in the way she had looked at me, the way her hands had grasped at me, trembling. She had yearned for this, whispered it into my ear with fevered breaths. Her desire to get pregnant, her need for fulfillment, was palpable. She had nearly begged for it, her voice thick with longing.
As a man, maybe it was only natural to feel an urge to answer that call, to fulfill her dream, however fleeting that moment might be. I had allowed myself to give in, to lose myself in that primal exchange.
But just as things were getting interesting, as I was reaching the moment where our connection seemed to peak, she had lost consciousness. A soft, almost fragile sigh had escaped her lips before she collapsed, her body unable to bear the pleasure any longer.
"Maybe she's just a very sensitive woman," I mused aloud, comparing her briefly to Courtney, who had a similar reaction. It wasn't a question of technique or timing—it seemed to be something deep within them, something about their nature. But I didn't dwell on it for too long.
Whatever.
I had enjoyed myself, but now I was painfully aware of how late I was for my next engagement with Astynome. It felt like every time I was on the verge of reaching her, something or someone else got in my way, pulling me into a different direction. My mind buzzed with the weight of all the distractions piling up, but I couldn't afford to be distracted any longer.
With a deep breath, I stood up from the disheveled bedding and stripped off the remnants of my clothing, tossing my top aside and letting the cool air hit my skin. My body was slick with sweat, a mix of the travel-worn grime and the sheen of passion from the moments with Aisha and then Khillea. The tent smelled faintly of sex and the earthy scent of the camp, and I couldn't help but smirk at the mess we had made of Achilles' space.
Approaching the basin of water, I dipped a bowl into the cool liquid and began to wash myself, letting the water cascade over my skin, rinsing away the sweat and the fatigue that had clung to me since I arrived. The sensation was refreshing, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to relish in the simplicity of the act. As the water splashed onto the ground, soaking into the dirt, I realized I had pretty much soaked Achilles' tent floor as well.
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Ah, whatever. He wouldn't mind, I thought with a shrug.
I reached for the clean towel hanging nearby, the fabric soft as I dried myself. Once I was satisfied, I dressed again in fresh clothes, feeling a bit more like myself now that the sweat and grime had been scrubbed away. Achilles still hadn't returned, but perhaps only a few minutes had passed since he had called for me.
Still, something about his absence nagged at me.
Why would he summon me and then be nowhere to be found? And what was it that Khillea had said earlier? Her words echoed faintly in my mind, but they felt strangely distant, as if they were hiding a deeper meaning. A sense of unease settled in my chest, though I couldn't quite place why.
I turned my gaze to Khillea, still unconscious on the bedding. There was something about her that felt… off. As I stared at her, a nagging familiarity tugged at the back of my mind. It was as if I had met her before, felt her presence in another time or place, yet I couldn't grasp where or how. Something was preventing me from fully understanding the truth, as if there was a veil over my mind.
In any case, she was a good woman. She had given herself to me without hesitation, and I had taken her virginity—a fact that stirred a mix of emotions within me. A part of me felt guilty for Achilles, yet another part felt no remorse. After all, if he was the one who had ordered his women to entertain me, then he couldn't blame me for accepting. There was no shame in it, and I doubted he would hold any grudges.
As I turned away from Khillea, my eyes fell on Briseis, still sitting in the corner of the tent. Her face was a deep shade of red, a flush that spread all the way down her neck. She had witnessed everything, her wide eyes watching in silence as I had been with Khillea. The sight of her embarrassment made me smirk slightly.
"You look like you want to be entertained too but unfortunately I don't have time," I remarked, as I let my gaze linger on her.
"I... I didn't ask for it!" Briseis stammered, her cheeks burning even brighter. Her legs trembled where she sat, and she crossed them as if trying to hide the effect watching me had had on her.
"I see," I replied with a knowing smile, taking in her flustered expression.
Briseis averted her eyes, her lips pressed tightly together in an effort to keep silent, but the heat of the moment still hung heavy in the air. When I finally looked away from her, I could sense her body tense, her breathing shallow as if she were fighting the temptation to speak.
For now, there would be no more time for such distractions. I had other matters to attend to.
Once I was ready, I moved toward the entrance of the tent, pushing aside the curtain to step out. But as I did, I was met with the unexpected sight of Patroclus standing just outside, his expression stern and laced with suspicion. His eyes locked onto mine, and then, almost instinctively, he glanced past me into the interior of the tent.
"Achilles never came," I said, trying to sound casual as I gestured toward the space behind me. "He left me some "gift", so I took them. Now, I'll be on my way."
Patroclus followed my gaze, his eyes widening slightly as they fell on Khillea, sprawled naked across Achilles' bed. Her body lay still, except for the subtle rise and fall of her chest, though evidence of our recent activities was plain to see. Cum still dripped from between her legs, staining the sheets beneath her, mingling with the telltale streaks of blood. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, undeniable and raw.
"Ahan~ yess... make... me pregnant... hmn❤️…" Khillea mumbled softly, still lost in the lingering haze of her climax. Her voice was weak, barely coherent, yet her words betrayed the depth of her desire even in sleep.
I glanced back at Patroclus and noticed something flicker in his eyes—a mixture of exasperation and resignation. He didn't seem surprised by the scene, though it clearly affected him in some way. He looked back at me, his expression hardening once more.
"Thank you. You can leave," Patroclus said flatly, his voice calm but firm. "I'll take care of the rest."
I stared at him for a moment, confusion swirling in my mind. Thank you? For what, exactly? For fucking Achilles' woman? The thought made me smirk inwardly, though I kept my face composed. Whatever was going on in Patroclus' head, I wasn't about to question it.
"Yeah..." I muttered, nodding slightly, still taken aback by his strange reaction. I cast him a final glance, trying to read his expression, but his face remained a mask of calm. He was a strange one, that much was clear. Without another word, I stepped past him and left the tent behind.
As I descended the hill, I ignored the sound of muffled laughter from the Myrmidons stationed nearby. Their knowing grins and snickers were irritating, but I didn't let them bother me. Instead, I focused on loosening the tension in my muscles. My arms felt heavy, so I stretched them out as I walked, followed by a few waist exercises to ease the stiffness that had settled into my body.
Physically, I was drained. It wasn't just the travel to the camp that had worn me out—it was the back-to-back sessions with Aisha and then Khillea that had taken a toll. My body, strong as it was, still had its limits, and it seemed like sex had a way of exhausting me in ways battle never did or maybe it was because my body was reaching its end? Every muscle ached, and though I could feel the fatigue deep in my bones, there was also a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through me.
I felt... refreshed.
What I had thought would be a mundane day—just another task to infiltrate and capture Astynome—had turned into something far more enjoyable. It was hard not to smile at the turn of events.
But now, I could finally focus on the task at hand: Astynome.
She should still be in Agamemnon's tent, waiting. The thought of her stirred something within me, though I quickly pushed it aside. There was work to be done, and this time, I wouldn't allow myself to be distracted. Adjusting the scarf around my face, I began my trek toward the Mycenaeans' camp, where Agamemnon's massive tent loomed in the distance.
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I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED MEC200: Saving Astynome (1)
Astynome had always been raised by a loving and gentle father. Her earliest memories were of his kindness, for her mother had passed away when she was too young to remember her face clearly. Her father's presence was constant, a source of strength, even though he harbored a secret about Astynome's true lineage—a secret that could have shattered another man's heart. Yet, Chryses, her father, embraced it without hesitation. Astynome was beautiful beyond compare, with a sharp mind and a spirit that reflected her mother's unwavering devotion to the god Apollo.
Since childhood, Astynome had faithfully followed in her mother's footsteps, offering prayers and sacrifices to Apollo every single day. Her devotion was absolute, woven into the fabric of her life. But only Chryses, or rather, the man who had adopted her and raised her as his own, knew the truth. Astynome was not just any child—she was Apollo's daughter, born of the god's divine union with her mortal mother. This revelation could have cast a shadow over their lives, but Chryses had never allowed it to change the way he saw her. To him, she was his beloved daughter, the last precious link to the woman he had lost. That she was sired by the god of light himself was inconsequential to Chryses; his love for Astynome was unconditional and also his love for his woman despite her devotion toward Apollo having reached dangerous heights.
Under his care, and perhaps guided by her divine heritage, Astynome flourished. She rose swiftly through the ranks to become the High Priestess of Apollo's temple in Lyrnessus. Her beauty, wisdom, and the few fleeting but powerful visions she received from her divine father earned her respect and reverence. These rare divinations were gifts from Apollo, glimpses of the future that guided not only her but also the people who looked to her for counsel. In her heart, Astynome felt gratitude for these gifts, believing they had helped her grow as both a woman and a leader.
Yet, recently, something had changed.
The visions had stopped. Where once there was light and clarity, there was now only darkness, a veil obscuring her once-clear path. No matter how deeply she prayed, how fervently she sought Apollo's guidance, the divine touch that had once filled her with certainty had disappeared. And then, like an ill omen, Troy attacked.
Astynome tried to hold on to her faith. She trusted in Apollo, in the god who had given her life, power, and wisdom. But the darkness that now clouded her mind filled her with unease. It wasn't the fear of war or death that shook her, but the terrible silence from the god she had always revered. The timing was too cruel, too precise. Was she abandoned by her divine father? The thought lingered at the edges of her mind, a whisper of doubt that refused to leave.
No. She dismissed the idea quickly. She reminded herself that all humans, whether born of gods or mortals, had their fates woven from the moment of their birth. The three sisters, the Moirai, goddesses of Fate, spun each thread of life, determining the exact moment of every person's death. Even being the daughter of Apollo did not free her from their intricate design. Not even the gods could interfere with the destiny shaped by the Fates.
Astynome accepted this truth. She had no power to change what had been written, and neither did Apollo. If this was her fate, then so be it. When the Greek armies descended upon Lyrnessus, when Agamemnon, the King of Kings, captured her, she did not resist. There was no running, no struggle. She did not attempt to escape or fight back, for in her heart she had already surrendered—not to Agamemnon, but to destiny.
Astynome knew all too well what awaited her as a captive of the Greeks. It was an unspoken truth, whispered across battlefields and murmured in the shadows of war camps—women captured by the Greeks were not just spoils of war, they were prizes to satisfy the conquerors' most primal desires. It didn't matter whether the captor was a lowly soldier or a king; the fate of a woman like Astynome was the same. She had heard the stories, seen the fear in the eyes of other women, and understood the brutality that lay ahead. And now, she found herself in the clutches of Agamemnon, the King of Kings, the man who led the Greek forces against Troy.
Perhaps to him, she was not just a mere prize. Perhaps, in her face, he saw echoes of his own daughter, the one he had sacrificed to appease the wrath of Artemis all those years ago. A twisted reminder of the blood he had spilled for victory. But that small glimmer of recognition didn't offer her any comfort. She was a reward to him, something to be claimed, possessed, and defiled.
Despite the weight of her situation, Astynome remained composed. She did not flinch, did not tremble, and did not fight. Her body, though bound with tight ropes, sat rigid and still in the corner of Agamemnon's grand tent. Her eyes were steady, void of the panic that might have overtaken another in her position. She had heard Agamemnon's words—his cruel promise that he would break her that night, that her screams would echo throughout the Greek camp. Yet his threats did not move her. If this was her fate, if this was what the Fates had woven into the fabric of her life, then she would face it without fear.
And yet, despite her acceptance, there was a small, irrational flicker of hope buried deep within her heart—a tiny ember that refused to be extinguished. Astynome knew it was foolish. It was absurd to hope for deliverance, to believe anyone could wrest her from the grip of Agamemnon. He was no ordinary man; he was the leader of the entire Greek army, the king who commanded thousands of soldiers, whose very name instilled fear. Even Achilles, the greatest of the Greeks, would not dare to challenge him over the fate of a single woman.
But that sliver of hope persisted. Was it fear that gave birth to this hope? A desperate instinct clinging to the possibility of escape? Or was it something deeper, some faint whisper of divinity, reminding her that she was not like other women—that her blood carried a divine spark? Astynome couldn't say. All she knew was that, despite everything, she felt as though this was not the day she would die.
So she waited.
The minutes stretched on, thick with tension, as she sat in silence. If Agamemnon entered the tent, it would mean the end. Her life as she knew it would be shattered, and there would be no going back. But if, by some miracle, if through the smallest flicker of luck in a world where hope was crushed under the boots of soldiers—if someone else came through that flap of the tent, then perhaps that was her true destiny.
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"It seems we are finally going to take on Troy," Odysseus murmured, his voice low but filled with a keen edge of anticipation. He walked with measured steps beside Agamemnon, their towering figures casting long shadows under the fading light. These two kings, both legends in their own right, commanded the Greek armies with unmatched authority. Their presence alone sent ripples of awe through the ranks of soldiers as they passed, exuding an aura of strength and destiny.
"We are," Agamemnon replied, his voice gruff, yet unshakably confident. There was no hesitation in his words, no room for doubt. Troy would fall, and with it, the glory he had long craved would be his. The seeds of this war had been sown when his brother Menelaus came pleading for aid, desperate to recover his stolen wife, Helen. But Agamemnon had not been moved by the plight of his brother, nor the love of Helen. No, his ambitions lay elsewhere. He had always been drawn to Troy, not for the woman but for its wealth, its power, its unparalleled strength.
Troy was no ordinary city. Its defenses were legendary, its warriors fierce and resolute. Even as the King of Kings, Agamemnon had hesitated. For all his might, Troy seemed an unconquerable fortress. But then, in the quiet of the night, Athena herself had come to him in a dream. The Goddess of War promised him victory, her divine favor. And if that had not been enough, Queen Hera, the ruler of Olympus herself, had thrown her weight behind him, blessing his campaign with her unwavering support.
That was all Agamemnon needed. With the goddess of wisdom and battle on his side, and the queen of the gods herself at his back, how could he ever fail? The victory was assured before a single sword was drawn.
"We should break camp at first light," Odysseus suggested. "The soldiers are ready, and I've already sent word to the Heroes of the Empire's Light."
Agamemnon snorted dismissively. "Who cares about those brats? Just don't wake me too early." A dark grin curled his lips as his thoughts turned to the reward waiting for him. The anticipation twisted his smile into something almost predatory. "I have... other matters to attend to tonight," he added, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction.
Odysseus, ever observant, saw the gleam in Agamemnon's eyes and immediately understood. The King of Mycenae was thinking about Astynome, the beautiful priestess of Apollo who now awaited him. Agamemnon had gloated about her, a virgin priestess—such a rare prize. To defile one so pure, especially one dedicated to the god of light, was a triumph all its own for a man like Agamemnon.
Though Odysseus was known for his cunning, his heart was not entirely made of stone. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for Astynome, and for all the women who had been reduced to mere spoils of war. But he knew well enough that there was nothing to be done. War was an ancient machine, grinding down men and women alike. Men died on the battlefield, and women were taken, their fates sealed by their captors. It had always been this way.
"You should take someone for yourself," Agamemnon suggested, the casualness of his tone making the offer all the more chilling. "I'll grant you any woman in the camp. Consider it a reward."
Odysseus shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, though it did little to hide the discomfort behind his eyes. "I have no need. My heart belongs to my dear Penelope, waiting for me in Ithaca."
Agamemnon let out a deep, amused chuckle. "Such loyalty. But to each his own." He waved his hand dismissively. "Enjoy your night, then. I will certainly enjoy mine." His mind was already on Astynome, and the thought of breaking her—of hearing her cries—filled him with impatience. He was eager to claim her, to see her submit to his will.
But just as he was about to turn away, a soldier came rushing toward them, breathless and frantic.
"King Agamemnon!" the soldier shouted, skidding to a halt before the two kings.
Agamemnon's brow furrowed in irritation. "What is it?" he demanded, his tone sharp and impatient.
The soldier swallowed hard before speaking. "It's... it's the old man, my lord. The father of the woman you captured. He has come to the camp."
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"King Agamemnon!" the soldier shouted, skidding to a halt before the two kings.
Agamemnon's brow furrowed in irritation. "What is it?" he demanded, his tone sharp and impatient.
The soldier swallowed hard before speaking. "It's... it's the old man, my lord. The father of the woman you captured. He has come to the camp."
"What?" Agamemnon's frown deepened, his face darkening with confusion. He hadn't expected this. The father of the priestess? Here? He had known about Chryses, of course—everyone knew of the old priest of Apollo. But what fool would walk into the lion's den, unarmed and alone, to beg for the release of his daughter?
Agamemnon vividly recalled the day Chryses, the priest of Apollo, had first come to him, begging for the release of his daughter. He had been furious then, rejecting the old man's pleas with cruel words, and had even ordered his men to beat him before sending him away. He had thought that would be the last he'd hear from Chryses—certain that the old man would be too broken to return.
Yet here he was, at the edge of the Greek camp, having walked miles in his desperation, crying out for mercy. Agamemnon's lips curled into a sneer as he followed the soldier, Odysseus trailing behind him.
"He came all the way for his daughter. That's admirable," Odysseus remarked softly, his voice tinged with respect for the old man's persistence.
Agamemnon, however, was unmoved. "He's only seeking death," he snarled, his eyes darkening.
Odysseus glanced sideways at him and hesitated before saying, "Wouldn't you do the same for your daughter, King Agamemnon?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Odysseus realized his mistake. He immediately regretted speaking, for he remembered the bitter truth of Agamemnon's past. This was the man who had sacrificed his own daughter, Iphigenia, to appease the goddess Artemis and ensure smooth winds for the fleet to sail to Troy.
"I apologize," Odysseus added quickly, feeling Agamemnon's murderous glare pierce through him.
Agamemnon said nothing in response but stormed forward, ignoring Odysseus entirely. His soldier led the way through the camp, the wailing of Chryses growing louder with every step.
Soon, they reached the entrance of the camp, where Chryses was kneeling in the dirt, his face wet with tears and his voice hoarse from pleading. Agamemnon's men had formed a barrier around the old priest, refusing him entry.
"Please! Release my daughter! I will give you anything you want! I beg you!" Chryses cried out, his frail body shaking with desperation.
"Move aside," Agamemnon barked, his voice carrying the weight of command.
The soldiers stepped back, revealing the pitiful figure of Chryses, who immediately fell to his knees before Agamemnon, hands clutching at the ground in a posture of submission. His old, trembling fingers dug into the sand as he spoke, his voice quivering.
"Great King Agamemnon," Chryses began, his tone thick with desperation, "I humbly beg you to release my daughter. Here... here is all the treasure I have gathered from Apollo's temple."
With shaking hands, Chryses opened the chest behind him, revealing its contents. Gold and gleaming jewels spilled out, catching the firelight and casting a golden glow that danced across the faces of Agamemnon's men. Their eyes widened in astonishment at the sheer amount of wealth displayed before them.
Chryses's heart was heavy with guilt. The riches in that chest had been offerings to Apollo, gifts from the people of Lyrnessus, sacred to the god. But in his desperation, he had taken everything he could, knowing it would be plundered by the Greeks eventually. If it meant saving his daughter, he would sacrifice even the gods' treasures.
Agamemnon stared at the treasure for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as he considered the pitiful figure before him. Slowly, a cruel smirk crept across his face, and then, without warning, he began to laugh—a deep, mocking guffaw that echoed through the camp.
"Guahahaha!!" Agamemnon's laughter roared through the air, drawing the attention of nearby soldiers who watched in confusion.
Chryses looked up at him, bewildered, his tear-filled eyes searching Agamemnon's face for any sign of mercy. But there was none.
Agamemnon's laughter died down after several moments, leaving only a dark, twisted smile on his lips. He looked down at the old man, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he spoke.
"In addition to giving me your beautiful daughter, you come bearing such a treasure?" Agamemnon's smirk widened. "I can only be grateful to you, priest. Truly, what more could I ask for?"
Chryses's heart sank. He had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that this treasure might soften Agamemnon's heart, that the King of Kings might relent and show mercy. But there was no mercy in Agamemnon, only greed and cruelty.
Agamemnon stepped forward, kicking the chest closed with his boot, the clink of gold and jewels muffled as the lid slammed shut.
"Take everything," Agamemnon commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding.
A chorus of cheers erupted from his soldiers, eager and wild. "Yeeahhh!!" They surged forward, descending upon the chest overflowing with treasures, their eyes gleaming with greed. The chest, heavy with spoils, represented the wealth and power that came with victory in war—plunder, as was their right.
Among them, an old man stumbled forward, his trembling hands clutching the chest in desperation. Chryses, the priest, fell to his knees, his face a mask of anguish. His voice cracked with sorrow as he pleaded. "NOOOO! PLEASE! Give me back my daughter! DON'T HARM HER!! PLEASE!!" His fingers dug into the wood of the chest, as if holding onto it could somehow save what he loved most.
Agamemnon halted and turned back, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. His gaze was icy, devoid of any sympathy. "I will thoroughly enjoy your daughter tonight," he sneered, his words sharp as daggers. "And if she survives and doesn't break, you may recover what remains of her body."
Chryses' breath caught in his throat, his face draining of color as the weight of Agamemnon's words settled upon him like a stone. The horror in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Leave it, old man!" one of the soldiers barked as they descended upon Chryses, their hands grabbing him roughly. Their fists slammed into his frail body, blows that sent him reeling. The old priest tried to resist, his arms wrapping around the chest in one last desperate act, but his strength, diminished by age and sorrow, failed him. The soldiers threw him aside, his body crumpling on the hard ground like a broken doll.
Agamemnon chuckled darkly, turning on his heel. He had more important matters to attend to—namely, Astynome, the daughter of Chryses, his prize. He was already relishing the thought, the sick pleasure evident in his predatory steps. But as he began to walk away, something stopped him—a voice.
"CURSE YOU, AGAMEMNON!!!" Chryses' voice was hoarse but filled with a fierce, unrelenting rage. His cry pierced the air, loud and commanding. The entire camp fell silent, the sounds of raucous soldiers fading as all eyes turned to the old priest.
Agamemnon froze, his jaw clenching as he turned to face the defiant man. Chryses was no longer the begging, broken figure he had been moments before. Now, he stood, his frail frame trembling with the fury of a man wronged beyond forgiveness. His eyes burned with hatred.
"I SWEAR IT!! BE THE GODS WITNESS! YOU WILL MEET YOUR END ON TROJAN GROUND!!" Chryses shouted, his voice rising, filled with divine wrath. "YOU WILL SUFFER THE MOST PAINFUL DEATH THAT EVEN THE GODS THEMSELVES WOULDN'T DARE TO GIVE YOU! SOMEONE WILL MAKE YOU PAY! I SWEAR IT!! YOU WILL BEG FOR YOUR LIFE, AND NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU! REMEMBER MY WORDS AND TREMBLE EVERY NIGHT UNTIL YOUR END COMES!"
His words echoed through the camp like a divine curse, the bitterness in his tone reverberating in the minds of those who heard him. Agamemnon's face darkened, his blood boiling with rage. He had been humiliated—by a mere priest! And yet, as those words hung in the air, an uneasy chill crawled down his spine.
Why did he feel fear? Why did the old man's curse leave a lingering sense of dread?
Agamemnon narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and sharp as steel. "Kill him," he ordered, not bothering to mask his fury.
The soldiers needed no further encouragement. They seized Chryses, who remained motionless, his eyes still burning with defiance as he was dragged to his knees. Agamemnon watched, his heart pounding with both anger and something else—something he refused to name.
Chryses, breathing heavily, lifted his gaze toward the sky. The stars twinkled above him, distant and untouchable. His lips moved, but he didn't pray to the gods—not those who had abandoned him. Instead, he prayed to anything that could hear him. Anything that could defy the gods.
"Please… save my daughter," he whispered, the words barely audible. He prayed for a miracle. For someone to change the course of fate.
His prayer was interrupted by a sharp pain in his chest. A soldier's blade plunged into his heart. Chryses gasped, his eyes wide as the warmth of life drained from him. His gaze drifted upward, fixed on the night sky, where the stars continued to shimmer, indifferent to the suffering below.
But just before his vision blurred, just before darkness claimed him, Chryses saw something—or someone. In the distance, beyond the campfires, a figure stood. A man with black hair, his ice-blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark. He watched Chryses with a gaze that held neither pity nor judgment, merely quiet contemplation but somehow in his eyes there was a bit of empathy?
Chryses didn't know who he was, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. In his final moments, he believed that maybe, just maybe, his prayer had been heard.
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"I SWEAR IT!! BE THE GODS WITNESS! YOU WILL MEET YOUR END ON TROJAN GROUND!! YOU WILL SUFFER THE MOST PAINFUL DEATH THAT EVEN THE GODS THEMSELVES WOULDN'T DARE TO GIVE YOU! SOMEONE WILL MAKE YOU PAY! I SWEAR IT!! YOU WILL BEG FOR YOUR LIFE, AND NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU! REMEMBER MY WORDS AND TREMBLE EVERY NIGHT UNTIL YOUR END COMES!"
The weight of Chryses's words reverberated through the Greek encampment, carrying an unearthly power, as though Apollo himself had endowed them with divine wrath. His curse was like thunder rolling across the plains, filling every corner of the camp with its ominous echo.
Astynome heard it clearly, each syllable laced with desperation and grief. She felt her breath catch.
"F-Father…" she whispered, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. Her father had come all this way for her, crossing hostile lands to plead for her freedom.
But as suddenly as his voice had filled her world, it vanished. His cry was snuffed out, leaving only silence in its place. Astynome's heart twisted as a cold understanding washed over her.
He was gone.
She stood frozen, tears slipping down her cheeks, her mind grasping at a reality too cruel to accept. For all her strength, this was a wound too deep, a sorrow too great to bear. Her father—the man who had raised her with such care, who had woven every word of wisdom and love into her being—had journeyed to this place at her side. And now, he had lost everything.
She bit down on her lip, tasting blood as she lifted her bound hands to her face, brushing away her tears with shaking fingers. "W...why?" she murmured, her gaze lifting toward the heavens. Her plea was a soft whisper, broken and raw. "Why did you take my father from me…"
She knew the gods could do nothing against fate, but her heart was hollow, her spirit bruised beyond measure. She felt the crushing weight of solitude press upon her like a vast shadow, filling the spaces where hope once dwelled.
Her life had crumbled into pieces around her. Her family, her home, and now the love that had sheltered her—everything was lost, leaving only her body as a final, twisted prize for Agamemnon, a king of such cold greed that he would strip her dignity as a mere spoil of war. His hunger for power had consumed everything in its path, and she felt herself standing in the last flickering remnants of a life stolen by his insatiable thirst.
How could things have come to this? Who bore the blame for such a descent into ruin? She thought bitterly of Paris, the Trojan prince whose reckless obsession had sparked this bloody conflict. Was it his fault, his foolish lust for a foreign queen? Or was it Helen, the Spartan queen who had followed him to Troy, torn from her homeland? Astynome could never know how deeply the gods had manipulated them, how Aphrodite herself had enchanted Helen with a love spell beyond her power to resist.
But none of it mattered, not truly. For in the end, the one who bore the heaviest burden of guilt was Agamemnon. Without his ambitious command, his brother Menelaus could never have rallied the armies of Greece to assault Troy's walls.
The man who had taken her father from her was about to strip her of the one thing society claimed was most precious to a woman—her purity. Astynome trembled with revulsion at the thought. Though she'd managed to maintain a stoic resolve thus far, the idea of enduring Agamemnon's cruelty turned her stomach. She'd sooner choose death over such a fate.
Was this to be her end, then? Would she have to take her own life to escape a more miserable existence? Her pulse quickened, each heartbeat echoing her desperation as dark thoughts crossed her mind.
Just then, the heavy canvas of the tent flapped open, and Astynome's breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes tightly, shrinking back as if by making herself small enough, she could somehow disappear, beyond Agamemnon's grasp.
But seconds passed, and nothing happened. No harsh voice, no rough hand pulling her forward.
"Looks like he's barred everyone else from entering," a voice said softly, breaking the silence. Astynome's eyes shot open. It was a voice she didn't recognize—certainly not the harsh, guttural tone of Agamemnon. This voice was youthful, with a confident, almost reassuring firmness, and beneath it, a hint of something kind.
She opened her eyes cautiously and was met with a sight that left her blinking in surprise. Standing before her was a man with jet-black hair, his piercing ice-blue eyes holding her gaze intently. His armor glinted faintly in the tent's dim light, revealing him as a soldier, yet he didn't carry the Greek's insignia.
"Probably because he knew his dim-witted men couldn't be trusted to keep their hands to themselves," he scoffed, his lips curling with disdain for Agamemnon's soldiers.
The man's gaze shifted to her, and Astynome's heart gave an involuntary leap. There was something striking about him, not only his appearance but the air of determination and strength he seemed to radiate.
"Just to confirm," he began, his tone matter-of-fact, "you're Astynome, the priestess of Apollo?"
Astynome, too stunned to speak, gave a silent nod, her thoughts scrambling to make sense of his presence. Who was this stranger?
His eyes narrowed a bit as he inclined his head. "I'm a mercenary," he explained, "one recruited by Troy. I'm here to get you out of this place and back to Troy."
The words hit her like a wave, and she blinked, scarcely able to believe them. She'd prayed endlessly, begging every god for deliverance from this nightmare, but the thought of actual rescue had seemed nothing more than a fleeting dream. And now, as hope surged within her, it almost hurt to believe it could be true.
She searched his face, finding no trace of deception in his eyes. Why would he lie, after all? Even entering Agamemnon's tent uninvited meant a death sentence if he were discovered. The brutal king would show no mercy, even toward one of his own men.
"Are you sent by Apollo?" Astynome's voice was a trembling whisper, a mixture of wonder and doubt.
At her question, a flicker of irritation crossed Nathan's face. Without a word, he stepped closer and crouched down, carefully untying the ropes around her wrists. As he worked, Astynome felt an inexplicable pull toward him, a sense of divine energy radiating from him that she couldn't ignore. She marveled at the sensation, her heart quickening. Being a daughter of Apollo, she was sensitive to such things, but how could a mere mortal possess such an aura?
In truth, Nathan was attempting to suppress this very energy, though he was still learning to control it. He had trained under Amaterasu, the goddess of the sun, and his restraint over this power was far from perfect.
"Nobody sent me," he replied flatly.
Astynome's eyes widened. His words broke her enchantment, her disbelief clear. It seemed unthinkable that he wasn't acting on a god's command, but something about his steady gaze left no room for doubt. Nathan's loyalty belonged to no deity, and the gods were only as useful to him as what they offered in return. In Aphrodite's case, her past favors had earned his cooperation to protect Aeneas, but that was mere repayment—not servitude.
Seeing her confusion, Nathan finished untying her hands and stood, extending a hand to pull her up. Astynome found herself staring up at him, his form towering over her, his ice-blue eyes fixed on her with unwavering confidence. "Why did you save me, then?" she asked, her voice small but persistent.
"For my own reasons," he replied simply, his words curt but leaving her no less fascinated.
Astynome blinked, taken aback by his directness. She found herself compelled to reach out, her soft hand resting against his forehead. Nathan stilled, a flicker of surprise crossing his face at her unexpected touch. Her priestess training told her she could peer into someone's fate—visions of their future, of things yet to come. But what she saw when she touched him shook her to her core.
Nothing. Darkness. A vast, endless void.
She withdrew her hand, her heart hammering in her chest. Now, it all made sense: the reason she couldn't glimpse her own future, the shadows that veiled every attempt to foresee her fate. It was this man before her. His presence was a defiance of destiny itself, a force that could shatter what had been written. He was outside the bounds of any prophecy she had ever known, a disruptor of fate.
A strange thrill shot through her, excitement mingling with awe. In her seventeen years, she had never felt this way. Her voice was barely audible as she murmured, "Take me."
Nathan merely nodded, unaffected by her wonder, though he noted the glint of newfound resolve in her eyes. Wrapping a cloth around her head to shield her face from prying eyes, he lifted her effortlessly onto his shoulder. With practiced silence, he moved through the tent's exit, his movements swift and precise as they slipped away into the night.
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