[For an acrobatic specialist like Iron Tomb who's severely unbalanced in skills, facing an all-round warrior like you is simply delivering himself to the slaughter. After countering all his methods, you casually crushed his skull.]
[Without the slightest delay, you immediately plundered the Path of Destruction authority from Iron Tomb's remains.]
[Nanook followed convention and engaged in a struggle with you over it.]
[After seizing the authority, a contemplative expression crossed your face, as if calculating your next move.]
[Phantylia, who had witnessed your overwhelming power in instantly killing Iron Tomb, gazed at you with shining eyes. At this moment, she felt an explosion of security, immensely grateful she had chosen such an outstanding ally.]
[But watching you seize Iron Tomb's Destruction authority, she seemed to realize something. Her expression shifted, and her gaze toward you couldn't help but carry traces of wariness and fear.]
[Indeed, now she was the only remaining Lord Ravager left. If you were to eliminate her too, you could monopolize all the Destruction authority Nanook had bestowed upon the Lord Ravagers.]
[Thinking this, Phantylia's legs began to tremble.]
[Would you spare her because of your intimate encounter?]
[Phantylia couldn't be sure. Among the countless beings she had possessed, there were both ruthless overlords who would murder their women for profit, and romantic fools who would abandon kingdoms for beauty.]
[This very uncertainty made Phantylia tremble with fear, and she quickly reached a decision in her heart.]
[When you turned your gaze toward her, Phantylia immediately clung to your arm with an ingratiating smile.]
[To curry your favor, she even resorted to something she'd never done before: selling her charms.]
[Not only did she embrace your arm, she pressed it between her towering peaks, letting your limb fully enjoy that softness.]
[Simultaneously, her face wore an expression of fawning flattery.]
["You're truly amazing! This humble one has now become a traitor, and can only rely on your protection~"]
[You hooked a finger under her chin, saying with ambiguous tone: "We are 'allies' after all. Protecting you is no problem—but what price can you pay?"]
[Hearing this, Phantylia secretly sighed in relief. As long as she still held value in your eyes.]
[So Phantylia put on a shy expression: "So long as you're willing to shelter this humble one, I'll do anything~"]
[You looked her up and down meaningfully.]
["Anything?"]
[Phantylia nodded shyly.]
["Can you sing?" you suddenly asked a strange question.]
[Though puzzled, Phantylia obediently nodded.]
["Then kneel and sing 'Conquest' for me," you said offhandedly.]
["Huh?!" Phantylia stared at you blankly.]
["Tch~ Can't even sing such a simple song? How useless." Your face showed disdain.]
[Phantylia's eye twitched. Were her life not in your hands, she'd have grabbed your collar to demand: "Are you fucking messing with me?!"]
[But now she could only patiently reply in a delicate voice: "My apologies for disappointing you, this humble one has limited talents~"]
["In that case, help me relieve some stress first."]
[You grabbed her hair roughly.]
["Yes." Seeing the impatience in your eyes, Phantylia quickly agreed.]
[Then she glanced at you cautiously. When you didn't move, she seemed at a loss.]
[You laughed.]
["Kneel. Can't even do this yourself? Need me to teach you?"]
[Kneel?! Finally understanding, Phantylia instantly felt humiliated, barely restraining the urge to glare at you.]
['Bastard! How dare make me kneel! I'm a Lord Ravager!' Phantylia cursed inwardly.]
[You simply gave her a passing glance. Instantly Phantylia felt like cold water had been poured over her head, her gaze clearing noticeably.]
['Damn it! The situation leaves no choice... Just you wait! I'll never forget this humiliation!']
[After shifting expressions, Phantylia finally bit her lip and—thud!—knelt before you...]
["Good~" You approvingly stroked Phantylia's hair.]
[Phantylia's face was twisted in misery, enduring both the humiliation of kneeling and rising nausea, forcing an extremely strained, ugly smile.]
["What? Unhappy to serve me?" You deliberately frowned, feigning displeasure.]
[Phantylia hastily hugged your thigh.]
["No no no! How could that be! This humble one is overjoyed! Serving you is an honor!"]
["In that case..." A playful smile appeared. "Then take it off~"]
[Phantylia's expression froze. But having already abandoned dignity to kneel and serve, backing out now would waste all prior sacrifice.]
[Thus the Lord Ravager Phantylia, who specialized in corrupting worlds and inciting strife, fell into the trap of 'sunk cost'.]
[Of course, the key reason remained her fear of death.]
["Unwilling?" Your smile vanished.]
[Phantylia seemed to detect clear killing intent in your expression.]
[After hesitation, she gritted her teeth: "This humble one obeys."]
[Her hands moved to her collar.]
[Gauze garments fluttered down.]
[What followed was you continuously raising demands, pushing Phantylia's limits.]
[Each time Phantylia nearly erupted, she ultimately restrained herself.]
[Her dignity was thoroughly trampled underfoot. To survive, she performed countless formerly unthinkable acts and positions, uttering obscenities solely to please you.]
[Now Phantylia felt like a brothel prostitute, subjected to your humiliating whims.]
[After what seemed an eternity, you finally appeared sated.]
[Suddenly gentle, you caressed Phantylia's cheek like a lover, gaze tender.]
[Kneeling before you, Phantylia offered an ingratiating smile, even actively pressing her face into your palm.]
[Then came your sigh.]
["I truly didn't want to kill you... What a pity."]
[Realizing danger, Phantylia barely gasped: "Mercy—"]
[Before she finished, your hand snapped to her throat—twist!]
[With a crisp—crack!—Phantylia's head lolled, eyes dimming.]
[Destruction's authority sealed her powers, Abundance's energy trapped her consciousness within that flesh. Not even formless Shuyin could escape your annihilation.]
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