In a vast verdant meadow, a woman in shining armor was sitting on the ground; her face was solemn as she ran her hand along her large broadsword. Her long white hair cascaded down, brushing against her glossy dark skin. Her muscular back was impressive, but it was mainly her voluptuous shapes that captivated: an enormous, heavy and perfectly round chest.
Her slim waist flared out sharply into wide hips then into generous buttocks. Her armor emphasized every plump curve and the deep cleft that separated them.
A light breeze swept across the meadow...
Her ruby eyes narrowed: "So the arrival of this announced bastard is finally coming?"
She leapt up suddenly, spinning her broadsword, parrying a spear that had just shot toward her.
The spear spun before being caught by a hand that formed itself out of blue mist.
"The Frost Lance!" exclaimed the imposing woman, realizing this weapon belonged to her Empress.
"So... Urihana really is..."
"Dead... Hahaha. As you said, this woman full of wisdom didn't have it in the end." chuckled the one who had just appeared.
He wore a long black coat that fell to his calves. Silver buttons ran down the front of the garment, arranged symmetrically across the chest and along the abdomen. Beneath the coat, tight black pants ended in silver boots.
He seemed to exude an otherworldly masculine charm, his mid-length black hair with blue tips shining, just like his eyes.
Keyira, who had not seen many men, or rather any other men in her life, couldn't help but swallow hard seeing him so close after so many years.
But she shook her head. After all, the man before her was the one who was going to destroy humanity according to the prophecy.
"So this is your true face, you filthy insect!"
"I prefer to be called Patriarch of the Novarik Tribes, Emperor of Depravity, The Handsome..."
"You filthy bastard! I swear I'm going to kill you, Idris!"
"It seems you're still not very talkative, just like the good old days Keyira ~Hehe."
Idris twirled the frost lance; the broadsword was already close to his neck; he bent backward in an unnatural way while pointing the lance toward her ribs.
Keyira struck again and again. Each impact made the ground tremble. Her sword blade sliced through the air and raised clouds of earth.
Idris moved quickly, sliding around her. He dodged, reforming each time the blade touched him. His blue mist dispersed, then gathered again, reforming a bit further away.
Clones emerged from the fog and attacked together. Keyira spun, destroyed one double with a backhand swing, then another with a thrust. The illusions exploded into swirls of frost that ate away at her armor plates.
A horizontal sweep shattered an earthen mound; Idris ducked and counterattacked. The lance collided with Keyira's blade. The shock sent metal fragments flying and a rumble shook the meadow.
Idris's claws lengthened; he struck several times, slashing the guardian's forearm. Keyira countered with a knee to his torso, then a vertical strike. But Idris split again, the blow cutting only mist.
*Boom*
*Boom*
Both moved at high speed. Their silhouettes clashed, disappeared and reappeared elsewhere. Shockwaves shook the terrain. Trees fell, raising dust that covered everything.
"You fucking bastard!"
Idris sent his ice clones to overwhelm her, but Keyira cut straight through them without stopping. Each destroyed clone burst into frost mist that made the ground treacherous.
"Calm down a bit Keyira~. Screaming everywhere won't help."
Idris stepped back, raised his hand, and purple serpents burst from the ground. They coiled around Keyira's legs. The guardian pulled, tearing their flesh then slammed her sword into the ground. The shockwave raised a wall of dust.
"Filthy traitor, you killed the empress who helped you pacify the Novarik lands. You..."
Idris vanished into the mist, reappeared behind her and plunged his claws into her side. Keyira spun and struck with a backhand swing; Idris burst apart again.
"I wonder Keyira, are you really angry about your empress's death... Or because I chose her instead of you?"
"Just shut up! You... She was wrong to believe you weren't the madman of the prophecy."
He reformed further away, a smile on his blood-covered face. Keyira charged, crushing the ground beneath her steps, and their new collision sent rocks flying around them. Idris defended, took hits, disappeared again. The cold mist thickened. Keyira cut through it with sword blows, breathing heavily, her body covered in bleeding cuts.
Idris reappeared, his eyes glowing with a bluish light. He launched a new double, then a second. Keyira destroyed them one after another, but behind the smoke, Idris emerged and drove the lance into her shoulder.
*Arrhh*
Keyira stepped back, grabbed the lance, and violently pushed it away with her sword.
The steel struck Idris's torso, who exploded once again.
"When our engagement was announced, you left your post in the imperial guard. And now you want me to believe you cared about that arrogant woman?"
Keyira clenched her teeth. Having been friends with Urihana for centuries, they were like sisters. But when this man from nowhere appeared, the empress decided to send him to her side to pacify the Novarik lands. Even though Keyira had spoken to her again about the prophecy, Urihana refused to listen. And as the wars alongside him went on, she eventually developed feelings for this bastard. They had even come to...
But it had been the bastard's plan from the beginning. Using her feelings to separate the empress from her loyal supporters, including her, and better conquer the empire.
And Keyira hated herself now that Urihana was dead. Because she had been jealous...
'I... It was ridiculous, I really fucked up Urihana. I have to avenge her,' she screamed inside her head.
"Just shut up!"
Enraged, Keyira activated her ability: the runic seal *Kenaz* lit up on her shoulder and her sword shone with a silvery glow.
*Slash*
"Shit!" Idris tried to back away but a punch landed in his abdomen, sending him flying backward, spitting blood in the distance.
Keyira planted her sword in the ground: *Authority: Gravity!*
*BOOM*
A crushing pressure crashed down on Idris who was trying to get up. He gritted his teeth. Keyira's authority created a zone where she could immobilize anyone by manipulating gravity at will.
With his characteristic mocking smile, Idris smoothed his disheveled mid-length black hair that fell in wild strands across his forehead. His ice-blue eyes glowed with an electric light.
He slowly stood up:
"I hold no grudge against you Keyira! I simply want..."
Keyira leapt forward.
*Authority: Perfect Body*
Veins pulsed in her muscles in an instant; he pivoted to the left and disarmed her.
"Let me go!!"
Idris firmly held her wrists and continued:
"I simply want you to be my new Empress..."
"Huh!? What!? Have you gone mad?"
"Yes, mad about you... Stop thinking about that Urihana. For once think about yourself... Think about us..." Idris brought his face closer to hers.
"You... You're lying..." But she no longer even had the strength to push him away.
"I have committed countless sins Keyira but for you... I could do anything..."
"But... How could I ever trust you after all this."
"Think about us Keyira... How we were before Urihana forced me to become her consort. Every day, I thought about what I should do so we could be together~."
[Ding! The host has triggered a strong emotional turmoil in the Holy Swordswoman: Keyira Vau Mikria!]
[You have gained: 200 depravity points]
Idris smiled inwardly, 'It was so easy to manipulate her.'
His face came much closer. And he kissed her slowly, nibbling on her plump lips.
*Kuh!*
Idris suddenly pulled back as Keyira had used a dagger to stab him in the stomach.
"Bastard! You think you can manipulate me when you got the priestess pregnant!?"
*Cough* "The priestess is pregnant!? I swear it wasn't me Keyira!"
Keyira glared at him furiously: "You really have no shame... You're the only fucking man still alive, Idris!"
"... Ah... That's true..."
"You're really shameless!"
"..." Idris remained silent, genuinely not knowing what to say.
'After 20 years in this post-apocalyptic world, I never thought I would regret there being no other surviving men.'
Idris smiled, thinking back to the day he woke up from his coma.