Rebirth of the Villain

Arthur was about to leave Gizmo's impossible palace when he spotted Cassius in the courtyard. The S-rank hero stood alone, golden armor gleaming in the morning light, his divine aura a stark contrast to the shadows that clung subtly to Arthur's form. A strategic opportunity, perhaps.

Instead of avoiding his self-proclaimed nemesis, Arthur approached directly. Hawklight tensed beside him but followed his king's lead.

"Cassius," Arthur said, his voice measured and diplomatic. "I know you don't like me, but for the main time, I might need your help. Let's be partners for the dungeon challenge."

The hero's perfect features registered surprise before settling into cautious consideration. His eyes—too blue to be natural—studied Arthur with the intensity of a man searching for demons in human skin.

"Your beast clan knowledge is... impressive for someone with no prior connection to them," Cassius said, the subtle probe hanging in the air between them.

Arthur maintained eye contact, his expression revealing nothing. "I make it my business to understand all my potential allies... and enemies."

The implication wasn't lost on Cassius, whose jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. After a moment, he inclined his head slightly.

"King Arthur, I appreciate your understanding, but for now, I want to see your true colors before I decide."

"At least that's a good response," Arthur replied with a diplomatic smile. "Till then."

As they walked away, Hawklight kept his voice low. "He suspects something about the beast woman."

"Of course he does," Arthur murmured. "But suspicion isn't proof."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: VOID EVOLUTION STABLE - DIVINE PROXIMITY DETECTED]

The notification flickered at the edge of Arthur's vision, confirming what he'd felt—his void energy responding to Cassius's divine aura, yet remaining controlled. The mysterious woman's "test" had apparently done more than satisfy his carnal appetites; it had temporarily stabilized his evolution.

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The journey back to Lyranth gave Arthur time to process everything that had happened at Gizmo's gathering. The mysterious woman's warnings echoed in his mind: "Not everything is as it appears. Trust your instincts, not your eyes." What would he find at this dungeon? What test had Gizmo prepared?

More pressing was the memory of Nara—her wild abandon in the garden, her promise to visit Lyranth, the dangerous game they'd begun. Arthur could still taste her on his lips, feel her beast clan strength yielding to his dominance. Adding her to his collection would be both a strategic victory against Cassius and a personal conquest worth savoring.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: BOND NETWORK STABLE - NEW POTENTIAL BOND DETECTED]

The System had recognized his connection with Nara, even from this distance. Interesting. Arthur filed that information away for later use.

Beside him, Hawklight remained vigilant, his scarred face revealing nothing of his thoughts. The commander had witnessed much during their time at Gizmo's realm, yet maintained his professional discretion. Arthur appreciated that quality more than ever.

"We'll reach Lyranth by nightfall, my lord," Hawklight reported. "The scouts I sent ahead report no unusual activity."

Arthur nodded, his mind already turning to the challenges awaiting him at home. Isolde would have managed the kingdom efficiently in his absence, but political currents never stopped flowing. And now there was this dungeon to consider—Gizmo's test, watched by unknown entities.

As the towers of Lyranth appeared on the horizon, Arthur felt a strange pull from the east—subtle but unmistakable. The dungeon, calling to his void nature like a lodestone to iron. He resisted the urge to change course, to seek it out immediately. Strategy before impulse. Always.

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Isolde was waiting in the throne room when Arthur arrived, her silver hair gleaming in the torchlight, her regal bearing undiminished despite the late hour. Her eyes—sharp as ever—took in his appearance, noting the subtle changes that others would miss.

"Welcome home, my king," she said, her formal tone belied by the warmth in her eyes. Once the attendants and guards had been dismissed, her posture relaxed slightly. "What happened? You smell... different."

Arthur approached her, taking her hands in his. "Gizmo will be a tough situation for me," he admitted. "The gathering revealed more complications than solutions."

He turned to Hawklight, who stood at attention near the door. "Tell the scouts to search the area and find the exact location of the dungeon. I want detailed reports by morning."

"Yes, my lord." Hawklight bowed and departed, leaving Arthur alone with his first queen.

Isolde's fingers tightened around his. "There's more. I can sense it." Her nostrils flared slightly. "Beast clan? And something else... something ancient."

Arthur smiled. Nothing escaped Isolde's notice—one of the many reasons she was invaluable. "Let's continue this discussion in private."

---

The royal chambers were a welcome sight after days in Gizmo's reality-bending palace. Arthur shed his formal attire as Isolde secured the door, her own fingers working at the laces of her dress.

"Now," she said, approaching him with the confidence of a woman who knew her place in his heart, "tell me everything."

Arthur pulled her close, inhaling her familiar scent. "Cassius was there, as expected. Self-righteous, divine-touched, and utterly convinced of my corruption."

"And his beast clan wife?" Isolde asked, her hands sliding inside his open shirt. "The one Valentina reported was dissatisfied with her marriage?"

Arthur's smile turned predatory. "Nara. Yes, she was... receptive to my attention."

Isolde's eyes narrowed, but her hands didn't stop their exploration of his chest. "How receptive?"

Instead of answering directly, Arthur captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, backing her toward the massive bed that dominated the chamber. His hands made quick work of her remaining clothing, exposing her perfect body to his hungry gaze.

"I learned many things at Gizmo's gathering," he murmured against her throat, "including new ways to please a queen."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: BOND ACTIVATION - ISOLDE: 100%]

Isolde gasped as Arthur pushed her onto the bed, his movements more commanding than usual. He knelt between her spread legs, but instead of entering her immediately, he lowered his head to taste her. The technique he'd learned from the mysterious woman—starting with gentle, teasing licks before focusing intense attention on her most sensitive spots—had Isolde arching off the bed within minutes.

"Arthur!" she cried, her hands fisting in his hair. "What are you—oh gods!"

He didn't relent, using his tongue and fingers in concert until she was trembling on the edge of release. Only then did he pull back, leaving her gasping and frustrated.

"You're avoiding my questions," she accused, her chest heaving.

Arthur smiled as he positioned himself above her. "I'm prioritizing more important matters."

He entered her in one powerful thrust, drawing a cry from her lips. The position—another lesson from his mysterious lover—allowed him to hit spots inside Isolde that had her eyes rolling back in pleasure. He set a relentless pace, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his body dominating hers completely.

"Did you seduce her?" Isolde managed between gasps. "Cassius's wife?"

Arthur leaned down, his lips at her ear. "Yes. In the palace gardens. Bent her over and fucked her while her husband was in the meeting."

The confession, delivered in a growl against her skin, pushed Isolde over the edge. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around him. Arthur continued his punishing rhythm, prolonging her orgasm until she was begging incoherently.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: BOND STRENGTH: ISOLDE +10%]

[VOID EVOLUTION: TEMPORARILY STABILIZED]

As her climax subsided, Arthur flipped her over without withdrawing, positioning her on hands and knees. This new angle drew another moan from Isolde as he resumed his thrusts, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

"And there was another," he admitted, the confession spilling from him in the heat of passion. "A woman like a goddess. In my chambers."

Isolde looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. "Show me what she taught you."

Arthur obliged, demonstrating techniques that had the normally composed Isolde screaming his name again and again. When he finally allowed himself release, burying deep inside her with a groan, the shadows in the room briefly flickered and danced in response to his pleasure.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: VOID CONTAINMENT: OPTIMAL]

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They lay tangled together afterward, Isolde's head on his chest, both breathing heavily. The political discussion could wait no longer.

"Lord Fatel has been gathering support in your absence," Isolde reported, her voice returning to its usual analytical tone despite their intimate position. "He's spreading rumors about your 'demonic nature' among the lesser nobles."

"Let him," Arthur replied, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. "His support of Cassius will be his undoing once I complete Gizmo's test."

"And what is this test exactly?"

"A dungeon. Near our eastern border." Arthur felt that strange pull again, stronger now. "Gizmo claims it's just a threat to be dealt with, but the mysterious woman warned me it's more—a test designed specifically for me, with unknown observers watching."

Isolde propped herself up on one elbow. "And you trust the word of this... goddess?"

"Trust is a strong word," Arthur smiled. "Let's say her information has proven valuable so far."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Isolde slipped from the bed, wrapping herself in a silk robe before answering. A messenger handed her a sealed scroll before departing.

"The scouts have found it," she said, returning to the bed. "The dungeon. It's in the Blackmist Valley, three days' ride east."

Arthur took the scroll, scanning the report with growing interest. The scouts described strange phenomena—time distortions, animals avoiding the area, local villagers reporting dreams of "a child with ancient eyes." One scout had been found wandering, claiming to have seen "the void between worlds."

As he read, a second messenger arrived—this one more discreet. The small package he delivered bore no seal, but the faint scent that clung to it was unmistakable. Beast clan. Nara.

Arthur opened it away from Isolde's curious gaze. Inside was a detailed map of the approaches to Blackmist Valley, with notes in a flowing script identifying beast clan territories and safe passages. But beneath the map lay something more personal—a lock of silver-white hair tied with a red thread. A beast clan courtship signal, if Urzara's lessons were accurate.

Tucked alongside was a small note: "He suspects. Be cautious. I will come to you when I can."

"What will you do?" Isolde asked, watching his expression carefully.

"I'll lead the expedition personally," Arthur decided. "This dungeon is clearly meant for me specifically."

"And Cassius?"

"Will likely arrive on his own. We'll see whose 'true colors' prove superior."

As they discussed strategy for the coming expedition, neither noticed the shadows in the corner of the chamber deepening, taking on a vaguely humanoid shape. Only when Arthur felt a chill down his spine did he look up, his void senses tingling.

For just a moment, a silhouette formed—a figure watching with patient, hungry eyes. Marcus Chen's student, observing silently. When Arthur moved to investigate, it was gone, leaving only a System warning flashing in his vision:

[VOID RESONANCE DETECTED: EXTERNAL SOURCE]

[WARNING: EVOLUTION STABILITY THREATENED]

The game had entered a new phase, and the pieces were moving faster than ever.