Clonie's Request; Anshiu's Continuous Battles / Riku's Unease; Planning to Take Over the Flugel

The Sync Nilvalen before him clearly did not fall into the category of the opposite sex who could withstand An Xiu's offensive alone.

Less than half an hour had passed since the battle began, and Sync Nilvalen's consciousness had already started to blur, her mind slipping as she collapsed again and again under An Xiu's assault.

And that was with An Xiu's power reinforcing her. If it had been the original Sync Nilvalen, without An Xiu's support, An Xiu estimated that he would only have needed a few simple moves to make the Elf queen beneath him roll her eyes back.

Though, even now, she was not much better off.

"Spread yourself."

Seeing that Sync Nilvalen had almost completely lost the ability to fight, An Xiu simply ordered her to take the proper position, then launched his final offensive.

And so, along with a high-pitched scream, the leader of the Elves utterly collapsed before An Xiu. An Xiu rose to his feet, leaving only Sync Nilvalen lying where she had been, her eyes vacant as she stared ahead.

This ultimate sense of stimulation and comfort, as if even her soul were melting, was something Sync Nilvalen had never experienced in her life before.

In her life before meeting An Xiu, Sync Nilvalen had known only the study of magic, vigilance against the Dwarves, and dealing with the same-race elders she loathed along with her own chief god.

The former Sync Nilvalen had never thought there was anything wrong with such a life. As Crown Lord, she had to lead her people to survive through the Great War. Though she occasionally had thoughts of simply destroying everything, she had never had the chance to put such thoughts into action. Most of the time, it was merely a notion born of wanting