Chapter 454: Winds of War

Alexander had been concerned about the condition of the two Empresses, but that hadn’t held back his desire. Fifteen days had been spent inside his chambers, where he claimed each of his women, showing them how deeply he had missed them. For them, it had been ten years of loneliness—a torture that dissolved amidst moans, sweat, and thrusts.

Thanks to the physical training Stephen had put them through during his absence, their bodies no longer passed out exhausted after the first round. Now, they were capable of enduring hours, taking turns riding him and receiving his seed, clamping their thighs around Alexander’s back before asking for a brief respite. Bolstered by the potion’s energy and his stamina, Alexander was a stallion: taking them from behind, pinning them against the stone walls, burying himself to the hilt in each of them as screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

In the middle of a session with Alexander pinning one of them beneath his body, two knocks on the oak door interrupted the slapping of skin.

"Deputy Vice-Leader, the Empresses have awakened, and the Leader wishes to see you to discuss what lies ahead," said the servant from the hallway, maintaining a bow.

Alexander delivered three more thrusts, drawing a moan from the woman beneath him before pulling out, leaving his seed dripping down his partner’s thighs.

"Tell them I’ll be there in five minutes," said Alexander, pulling up his pants as his women lay spent on the bed.

Before heading to the Leader’s hall, Alexander decided to drop by the infirmary to see the condition of the two women. Opening the door, he found both sitting on their stretchers, pale but wearing their combat attire.

"I’m glad to see you’re both awake," said Alexander, stopping a few paces from them.

"You almost left us without mana, kid," said the Bloodthirsty Empress, running her fingers over her throat. "It was a sensation; I felt my blood trying to leave my body to feed you."

"I came to apologize," whispered Alexander, staring at both directly. "I had no intention of hurting you. I lost control of the ability as soon as the domains merged."

The Dark Empress looked up and let out a smile filled with intrigue.

"You don’t need to apologize," said the Dark Empress, adjusting her hair. "It was a lesson. The power we generated in that fusion was colossal; if you manage to master that appetite, you’ll be an unstoppable monster."

"Even so, I need to learn to contain it before attempting anything like that again," said Alexander, relieved to see that they bore no resentment.

"The Leader is waiting for us in the main hall," said the Bloodthirsty Empress, standing up. "It’s time to talk about what Brian and the Federation are preparing."

Alexander walked flanked by the Dark Empress and the Bloodthirsty Empress until they reached the command room, a circular chamber with a holographic table in its center. Stepping across the threshold, they found the Leader of TMC alongside Scott, Stephen, the other two Empresses, and the core commanders.

"I’m glad to see everyone has recovered," said the Leader of TMC, deactivating the star chart. "We have no time to waste. Our intelligence networks have confirmed what we feared."

"What happened?" asked Alexander, stepping up to the holographic table.

"The destruction of the capital planet didn’t stop them; it accelerated their plans," explained the Leader of TMC, deploying a hologram of the route maps surrounding the Poisonous Valley of King Yama. "Brian has managed to unify the twelve new elders. They have mobilized three Federation fleets and summoned the other three Pillars to lead the vanguard."

"Three Pillars on a single front..." said the Berserker Empress, letting out a whistle. "Those bastards want to wipe us off the map."

"They aren’t just coming to strike this stronghold," said Scott, pointing to the trajectories marked in red across the hologram. "They intend to use matter destroyers to purge the toxic miasma from the valley from orbit before establishing a blockade. Their plan is a campaign of extermination: no survivors, no prisoners."

"How much time do we have before the vanguard enters our airspace?" whispered Alexander, staring at the warships reflected in the light.

"Seventy-two hours," stated the Leader of TMC, meeting the gaze of everyone present. "Seventy-two hours to prepare the defense of our last stronghold or turn this valley into their grave."

Alexander fixed his gaze on the four women and broke the silence.

"There’s a way..." whispered Alexander.

All of them looked at him. The kid’s ability was colossal, and this might be their last chance to survive the slaughter.

"Are you sure it will work?" asked the Golden Empress, crossing her arms as her eyes gleamed with doubt.

"Do you have a better idea?" asked Alexander, meeting her gaze without backing down.

Scott stepped into the conversation, moving forward to face the four leaders.

"It might be a desperate measure, but the kid has no ill intentions toward you," said Scott, looking them in the eyes. "I was the one who invited you, believing your abilities would complement his. You can hate me if you want, but right now we have no other options; we only have seventy-two hours before the Federation’s fleet annihilates us."

The four Empresses locked eyes with one another. Each of them was a force that had ruled over planets for years; being reduced to sexual companions to strengthen someone else sounded humiliating, which was why they had wanted to test him from the start.

However, the kid had shattered expectations. If a fusion of two of their skills had created an uncontrollable monster that even the Golden Empress couldn’t face, what kind of entity would be unleashed if all four handed over their power directly?

The four of them exchanged a look and stepped forward, facing Alexander.

"Let’s do it," said the Golden Empress, her eyes fixed on him. "I don’t want to sit here and die. If this works, so be it; if not, we’ll die in combat. Together."

"So be it," whispered Alexander, giving them a bow.

"We’ll leave you alone; we won’t interrupt your session," said Scott, flashing a grin.

Scott pressed a button on the tactical table’s panel. The main lights of the chamber dimmed, replaced by a red glow, as several beds emerged from the floor.

"The bastard had everything ready," remarked the Berserker Empress, letting out a laugh as she took in the scene.