Although he had talked a big game for quite a while, Faen didn't actually take it too seriously. The main reason, apart from knowing full well that Soraka's ideas were her own and other Aspects would likely completely disagree, was that he had just finished a grueling, epic battle with Soraka. While he wasn't exactly in "post-nut clarity," his desires across the board were significantly lowered, allowing him to allocate more energy to the actual important matters in Ionia.
Outside the cave, waiting quietly, Riven leaned against her greatsword in sheer boredom, cleaning her fingernails.
If they were anywhere else, Riven absolutely wouldn't be this relaxed. Even though Riven knew that "bastard" Faen was far stronger than her, she still had her own pride and principles. Since she had said she would be his bodyguard, setting aside her nightly "serving duties," she would normally do her utmost to prevent any blind, insignificant trash from offending him during the day. Thanks to Riven's dedication, whenever it was time to rest, Faen would "reward" her by pounding her ruthlessly.
But right now... it seemed there was absolutely no need to be on guard.
Riven cast her gaze around.
In her sight, the Kiilash lived just a short distance away. A special magic called Primal Essence shrouded this dense jungle. Although she wasn't entirely sure what all that stuff was, her warrior's intuition told her that without real skill and without someone leading the way, reaching this place in such a primeval jungle was simply a fool's dream. And even if someone did reach here, it would be useless, because every single one of these Kiilash was an absolute elite capable of taking on ten ordinary mortals at once.
Although Riven herself was human, she had always been pragmatic. Forget ordinary people; even her past self, coming here in person without sufficient backup, trying to break through the ambush of these Kiilash would be a fool's dream.
These humanoid creatures, whose bloodlines traced back to ancient entities, possessed physical capabilities, magical resistance, and environmental adaptability far surpassing normal humans. It was no exaggeration to say that even if the elite forces of Noxus encountered these Vastayan Kiilash in a dense jungle like this, even with a three-to-one numerical advantage, they would likely all end up as the other side's prey, down to the last man.
But as for her current self...
Feeling the power within her body, and the warmth and heat continuously radiating from her small belly—which Faen had ruthlessly pumped full last night—Riven twisted her body in irritation. Although that guy Faen had an incredibly chaotic, even debauched private life, Riven herself had to admit that her progress during this time was extremely obvious, and the "experience" was getting better and better.
Of course, Riven didn't consider the latter part to be a good thing. Because according to what Zeri and the others said, the essence of the "experience getting better" also meant that she had been molded into Faen's shape. She had grown accustomed to Faen's many wicked treatments, and instinctively knew how to serve him, thereby granting both Faen and herself a much better experience.
Just as Riven was aimlessly letting her thoughts wander, the sound of footsteps came from the cave beside her. This made Riven raise an eyebrow in surprise. Judging by the footsteps, she could hear that two people were walking out together. But the problem was, Faen's footsteps were one thing, but wasn't the other set of footsteps a bit strange? Why did it sound a bit like horse hooves or sheep hooves? The dull thuds clearly conveyed that it wasn't the sound of boots striking the rocky floor, but thick, tough, solid keratin.
Looking toward the direction of the sound, a noble figure, so holy it made Riven instinctively hold her breath, came into view.
Beside that person, unsettling shadows and darkness rippled away like water. Unsurprisingly, the first thing to catch Riven's eye was a pair of pure white cloven hooves. This might seem bizarre, but Riven only felt a sense of holiness, as if a star had descended upon mortal soil. Every step she took sent out a faint, moonlight-like halo. Looking up, there was flowing, silvery-white hair. Accompanied by flickering points of light, each strand looked as if it hid a melting galaxy.
A unique horn grew from her forehead. Not only did it not look out of place, but it actually added an inhuman yet sacred rhythm to her.
This was especially true when Soraka stepped completely out of the darkness. Her graceful body was shrouded in a hazy starlight that dispelled the surrounding gloom into a mist of reverence. Those eyes were the most breathtaking of all. Although they didn't show much emotion, within the swirling iridescence of those brilliant golden eyes, even a straightforward warrior like Riven could clearly feel a compassion as boundless as the universe.
Holy, noble, pure, mysterious, compassionate...
Countless words continuously popped into Riven's mind. But in the end, the corner of her mouth involuntarily twitched.
Because Riven smelled it—or rather, sensed it. It was the scent that only girls who had been ruthlessly "irrigated" by Faen, like herself, possessed.
And looking past Soraka's figure, Faen had blatantly thrust his entire hand under this holy figure's skirt, openly playing with that perky ass.
He was definitely playing with it—Riven could guarantee that. She had long since noticed that when Faen was bored, he would treat her, Zeri, or the others' sexual organs like stress balls to fidget with. This situation occurred most often right after Faen had finished an epic, grueling sex session, when his sexual frustration was relieved, and his desire for conquest and possession was satisfied.
Just as the corner of Riven's mouth was still twitching, wondering how she should bring herself to ask, having silently walked the latter half of the path, Soraka looked at Faen and said, "Mhm, I am fully prepared. Regarding the pregnancy, if you wish, we will see results soon. Additionally, which of my kin are you most interested in? I can contact them for you."
Saying this, Soraka paused and added, "Of course, it is only a contact. Every star has its own will. If they themselves are unwilling to agree, there is nothing I can do."
Hearing this, Faen nodded in understanding and said, "Then... the Aspect of Twilight?"
Hearing Faen's words, a flash of surprise appeared in Soraka's eyes.
"The Aspect of Twilight? You actually know of her... Well, given who you are, it's not surprising. I will attempt to make contact."