Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Their breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. Their delicate hands trembled against the dirt. Tears beaded at the corners of their eyes from sheer psychological annihilation.

Vivienne’s lips quivered. "M-Master, please give me a pardon!" Her voice cracked as she instinctively opened her mouth to beg. Anything for a pardon.

But before a single word could escape, *Smack.*

Amara’s hand flew sideways, silencing her.

"Don’t," Amara hissed under her breath, her entire body shuddering. "Don’t beg. You know better."

And then *Slam!* Amara drove her forehead into the dirt again. Hard. Loud. A wordless declaration.

She chose submission. Not the wholly futile route of begging or negotiation. The creature before them didn’t care one bit about their well-being and they had nothing more to offer him; he owned their entire existence. So she knew perfectly well that mercy was not coming their way.

Vivienne swallowed thickly... and followed a heartbeat later, head pressing back down next to her sister’s without a word.

Off to the side, Serika and Feng exchanged a glance, both wide-eyed.

Serika’s usual confident gaze faltered. Even after everything... after traveling with Quinlan for months... after witnessing him tear through entire armies and behead a god... this was new.

This wasn’t the Quinlan from Zhenwu. Or Quinlan the battle maniac.

This was Quinlan, the Primordial Subjugator.