Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

A hundred elite lionkin soldiers, each between level 40 and 45, materialized in clean, orderly rows. Perfect formation. Perfect posture. Like puppets with no strings, awaiting the will of their master.

"March."

As one, a hundred souls of the fallen stepped forward right toward the fortress.

Blossom watched the love of her life with brimming eyes. "Blossom thinks that Master really missed this."

Kitsara smirked. "Oh, that he most certainly did."

But Quinlan wasn’t done working his magic just yet.

He raised his saber once more, etching another symbol into the air. Black and blue sigils spun outward, interlocking with the soul residue that still hung heavy from the last summon. This one was smaller in scale, but heavier. Denser. A different class of power altogether.

"[Awaken]."

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A pulse followed his incantation.

From one beam, a figure rose, a human woman materialized. Eve.

[Elite Soul – Eve]

Soul Rank: 3