As the battle was ongoing below, there was another kind of battle happening over the throne.

A battle between one's own preservation and the other of lust.

Liam sat on the throne calmly, his expression serene, as if nothing in this world could change it.

As for Mize?

Kneeled down before Liam's crotch, she was busy swallowing and bobbing her head up and down.

Liam's rod was busy.

Busy being swallowed as a continuous obscene noises kept clapping the air.

Shlurp.

Shlurp.

Shlurp.

'urgh!'

Liam groaned inwardly as he burst off another thick load into Mize's mouth.

The moment it erupted from the tip, Mize felt it slamming directly against the back of her throat.

And flowing down into her stomach, another delicious meal for the day.

Her eyes wide opened, surprised and also excited at the amount she was getting.

Then, she swallowed it whole.

Liam could easily noticed the downing bulge as she swallowed his cum downward her throat.

And to this, his eyes gleamed, thoughts unreadable.

Soon after, Mize finished it off with a plop, tounge sticking out, and she breathed heavily, eyes half squinted, "I-I swallowed... Everything"

Her breathing came out in a ragged tempo.

Fogged the air even, making the whole scene extremely lewd.

Mize was obviously out of air from the lustful action she did just now.

There were also several strand of liquid lines trailing off from her mouth, drooling from the side.

Liam couldn't help but reached down and wiped them away, gently.

Just as Mize reached out for another round, Liam’s hand caught hers mid-motion.

He tugged his collar with one hand, the other lifting her onto his lap as he muttered with a low sigh, “Not now.”

“W-why?” she asked, frowning with narrowed eyes, clearly displeased.

Two rounds weren’t enough. Not today.

She wanted more, if anything she craved for it. One was for the points and the other was for her own needs.

Liam didn’t bother arguing. He tilted his head toward the horizon and simply pointed, “Look.”

Her expression changed.

With a twitch of her fingers, her divine sense rippled outward like a net cast wide over the earth.

It didn’t take long.

“…This?” Her voice dropped.

“Yeah,” Liam murmured, his tone flattening. “We’ve got another challenge. And this one… feels different than the one before"

Down below, slowly rising into view from the murk of the battlefield, came a grotesque platform fashioned entirely of bones, an altar that moved of its own will.

It moved on the back of the horde, slowly and undeniably there.

At its center sat a golden throne, gleaming with a cold, ancient arrogance.

It hadn’t come from the sky nor climbed from the earth.

Just like the Goblin Lord before it, the throne was simply there, appearing as if it always had been.

Out of nowhere.

But this time, it wasn’t goblins. It wasn’t even the same race.

“Elves?” Mize muttered, brows furrowed.

“Not quite,” Liam answered with a slow shake of his head. “Feels like a subspecies. Something else... Probably dark elves"

The figure seated on the throne confirmed it.

A male.

His skin was obsidian-dark, his long hair like waves of ink spilling down over finely embroidered robes.

He radiated an aura that felt like spoiled magic and hunger given form, extremely seductive in a way, with the way how just sat leisurely there.

The kind of vibe Aizen gave off, quite similar.

Half a dozen female elves stood around him, draped in silken cloth, their collars gleaming under the sun.

Their eyes carried fear and obedience, their hands moving with trained gentleness as they poured wine and adjusted the folds of his robes.

At the base of the throne, two naked men knelt, trembling.

They weren’t warriors. They were furniture, serving as footrests beneath his boots.

And then, the throne-bound man looked up.

His gaze locked onto the sky.

Onto them.

First, his eyes fell on Mize, perched elegantly in Liam’s arms, her dark hair glowing under the crimson hue of the clouds.

His pupils contracted slightly.

She was breathtaking. More than elven beauty.

Something divine.

And he immediately knew what she was, intrigued.

Even from so far below, the dark elf’s tongue wet his lips slowly “What a treasure…”

But then he noticed something else. The man holding her.

His expression shifted, cool calculation edging out the lust.

“…So she already has someone.” He reclined lazily on his throne, the bones below creaking beneath his weight.

“ahaaa, what a troublesome fellow at that, I can sense an endless killing intent from him. How horrible"

His voice wasn’t loud, but somehow, it echoed.

Mize’s fingers curled, a bit more prepared than yesterday, she wasn't the one to repeat the same mistakes twice. Maybe...

Liam narrowed his eyes, unfazed.

Another twisted Lord had entered the board.

And this one was a bit... unique than the one before.

Sensing the gaze of the dark elf, Liam didn’t react right away.

He offered only a sidelong glance, casual and unbothered, as if the elf’s presence was no more than background noise.

Then, with an easy smile, he pulled Mize gently closer, her lithe form nestled into his side like a ribbon drawn taut.

His voice drifted downward, carried by the wind like a passing thought.

“Greetings, otherworldly lords.”

“Oho... human,” the elf called back, his tone curling with amusement.

His interest clearly piqued by Liam’s calm demeanor, but more than that.

It was the way Liam held Mize, so openly and deliberately, like a man flaunting what was his.

That alone seemed to provoke something darker within the elven lord’s twisted mind.

All the while, chaos raged below.

The battlefield was a writhing mess of screeches and dying breath, monsters and shadows clashing like waves against rock.

Bodies crumpled by the dozen, blood soaked the land, but none of that mattered up here.

The three lords hovered above it all, the walking gods.

Then, without warning, the dark elf rose from his throne.

The naked slaves around him flinched, retreating with wide eyes as though sensing what would come next.

The two human slaves beneath his feet, still kneeling, didn’t even have time to scream.

In an instant, everything around him was sentenced to death.

Their bodies were crushed instantly beneath the invisible weight as he stood, bones snapping like dried twigs underfoot.

A grotesque end.

The elven lord glanced up toward Liam and Mize, lips parting into a grin as he spoke. “What? Feeling pity for the same race as yours?”

But to his surprise, neither of them flinched. No spark of anger, no grimace of sorrow.

Just the same calm, unreadable expressions staring back at him.

However, he was still smiling the same, unbothered by their reactions.

Calmly, he stepped into the air, rising slowly as if climbing an invisible staircase.

His voice followed like a poisonous breeze.

“It is a good day, isn't it?"

Liam tilted his chin slightly, gaze steady. “I see,” he replied, voice unhurried, his tone light. “It is indeed a good day"

The elf barked a laugh, shaking his head as he continued his ascent.

“What a splendid world this is, no? And what a splendid fate that has aligned us to intertwine!"

“the strong are always matched against the strong, no?"

Liam simply shrugged, then nodded, expression unreadable. “I suppose that makes sense.”

And then, Mize spoke, her eyes narrowed.

Her voice was light, clear.

"Then, are you here to fight?"

In a blink, ten powerful figures emerged in the air, encircling him in a precise formation, their presence pressing down like a mountain.

They hung in the sky with terrifying stillness, each one radiating a terrifying power.

The pressure was immediate.

Even miles away, the people within the city, both ordinary mortals and Awakeners, felt the oppressive wave ripple through the sky.

Heads turned. Conversations fell silent.

Above, clouds scattered unnaturally.

As though a giant hand had swept through the sky, parting them clean from the heart of the disturbance.

Something was wrong.

On a quiet rooftop somewhere deep in the city, an old man stood still with his back hunched, one hand folded behind him.

His expression was unreadable, yet his eyes glinted like tempered steel as they locked on the distant sky where the convergence was taking place.

“These auras...?” he murmured, brows furrowing. “So many true lords... all gathering in one place?”

His gaze dropped.

“And right above the same spot I sensed that unsettling presence yesterday… What in the world is going on in this territory?”

There was a weight in his voice now.

An apprehension and fear.

He wasn’t clueless. He understood enough of the bigger picture to put some of it together.

“The lord of this territory… terrifying,” he muttered under his breath. “If such a force really resides decides to conquer the region, then even if the top forces of this region allied together, I’m not sure we could win"

A beat passed.

Then, without another word, he rose from the roof with a light step, drifting upward into the air and vanishing like a shadow in sunlight.

“I need to see this for myself,” he whispered as he vanished into the clouds, secretly hoping that whatever firestorm was brewing up there… he wouldn’t be caught in the crosswind.