Although only a few days had passed for Faen in the outside world, to Syndra, who had been living in seclusion within the Spirit Realm, it was no exaggeration to say that every day felt like a year.
The Spirit Realm inherently possessed the function of adjusting the flow of time. With continuous mastery, Faen had already improved the time dilation from "one day outside equals three days inside" when he first arrived in Ionia, to "one day outside equals five days inside."
Under these circumstances, Syndra didn't have to be like Faen, dedicating the vast majority of her energy to advancing various matters in the Material Realm. This allowed Syndra to stay in the deepest depths of the Spirit Realm all day, focusing entirely on her own affairs.
Her "affairs," in reality, were researching how to reach her breaking point faster—how to let the lust she had accumulated crush Karma in one fell swoop, dragging her completely down into the abyss.
Although she loathed the Spirit of Ionia, truth be told, when it came to Karma, Syndra merely viewed her as a sacrificial lamb born of guilt by association. If the Karma of this generation were a man, Syndra wouldn't have bothered doing this. The reason she was doing this now was because the Karma of this era was a beautiful girl, and not some stubborn, pedantic relic. She possessed her own understanding and the courage to enact change—traits rarely seen in the past millennia of Karmas.
Precisely because of this, combined with the fact that Syndra could sense her lover actually harbored lustful desires toward the current Enlightened One, Darha, Syndra wanted to drag Karma down with her, pulling her onto Faen's bed to revel in pleasure together. To hell with the Spirit of Ionia, to hell with tradition—isn't it better to just enjoy ourselves together?
And after enduring for these past few days, Syndra could feel she was fast approaching that breaking point.
Even though she could have what she wanted immediately if she asked, she forcibly restrained her inner cravings, offering no response. The churning lust surged in her heart, creating such severe mental chaos that Syndra couldn't even control her mana precisely. Let alone fight, she couldn't even perform a simple flight through the air. She could only take it one difficult step at a time, walking to the cave in Faen's Spirit Realm provided for Soraka to live in seclusion and restore her Celestial power.
With every simple step she took forward, illusions of the past surfaced in her mind. At first, Syndra could relieve her inner needs and dissipate her ever-growing lust by watching Faen play with Riven and Irelia, and by masturbating while watching. But now, forget about watching videos of the current Faen playing with those girls outside—the current Syndra had already finished watching every single "deflowering" video Faen had stored in the Spirit Realm. Her inner needs continued to grow, and her threshold for pleasure was constantly rising.
Especially recently. Syndra spent almost all twenty-four hours of the day masturbating, yet the itching and craving from her body showed no sign of dissipating. Instead, it grew more and more intense, reaching the absolute limit of what she could endure.
Meditating inside the cave, Soraka sensed Syndra's arrival and unhurriedly opened her eyes.
Coming into view, Syndra had no spheres floating behind her—the current Syndra almost never used mana unless absolutely necessary.
The restlessness of her body would affect the flow of mana. Given her extreme state of craving, controlling her spheres was akin to juggling several time bombs that could explode at any moment. Of course, this didn't mean Syndra had lost her combat capabilities; even forcibly manipulating mana would still allow her to cast spells precisely. The price, however, was that the energy brought by the mana would rapidly cool her down, causing the lust she had accumulated over these days to go to waste.
By completely refraining from any mana manipulation like she was doing now, Syndra's current state was entirely driven by the physiological hormones secreted within her body—estrogen, oxytocin, progesterone, and so on.
Her eyes filled with a hazy fog, she walked toward Soraka. In Soraka's vision, with almost every step Syndra took, continuous trails of water dripped from the short skirt between her thighs.
These trails weren't even falling in drops; they were just gushing and splashing down in segments, as if something was leaking.
Although she wasn't manipulating mana, Syndra's power level was still there, and her physical constitution was leagues above an ordinary person's. An intensity of heat that would have dehydrated an ordinary person to death long ago, while difficult for Syndra to endure, could still be reliably sustained by her body's speed in converting mana into necessary nutrients.
But similarly, this also proved one thing...
"Your desire to get pregnant has reached its absolute peak."
Looking at Syndra walking toward her, Soraka said peacefully, "Even without actively sensing it, relying solely on these mortal eyes, I can tell that your body is completely prepared. Therefore, you should be looking for Faen right now. Why have you come to me?"
"Your... blessing." Hearing Soraka's words, a smile appeared on Syndra's sweat-drenched, chaotic face. She then said, "I... absolutely must... have a crystal of love with Teacher! And it must be... Teacher's... first child, his first... daughter. I do not want... any accidents... to occur during this process."
Panting heavily as she spoke, the current Syndra was clearly in extreme agony. In fact, when mentioning Faen—even when substituting his name with the word "Teacher"—her entire body still trembled violently as if a switch had been flipped. Under Soraka's gaze, in that dazed and muddled state, she just helplessly climaxed right then and there, a geyser of fluid erupting from beneath her skirt.
Hearing Syndra's words, Soraka nodded, then sighed with a touch of helplessness. "I do indeed possess such power and capability... But, this truly leaves one at a loss for words."
Having come to Runeterra with the intention of guiding its destiny back onto the right track, Soraka's abilities were absolutely not purely focused on healing and sustain, like in the game. On the contrary, she possessed a multitude of miscellaneous abilities. Setting everything else aside, just the fact that, as a Celestial denizen, she could read the prophecies inscribed among the stars already granted Soraka boundless knowledge.
Using this ability, over the ages, Soraka continuously guided the progression of Runeterra's history, facing countless people who sought her out and providing them with help.
Among these people, Soraka had met those who needed power, those who needed guidance, those who needed help... But she never, ever expected that there would actually be someone who needed help with midwifery and getting pregnant...