"This is just too much for soone like to comprehend," Mara said, looking at the four ladies who had beco the best versions of themselves and, in doing so, had beco different people altogether.
"Sotis you just have to accept what is and watch as what is ant to be unfolds," Kent smiled, watching the ladies admire the changes Neomi had undergone.
Just like the three before her, she had also beco a beauty. However, there was sothing about her that seed to startle them all.
Neomi had not only beco a beauty with dark hair and striking facial features, but she had also taken on an air of slaughter that only those who had killed thousands could possess.
She had three forms that even Kent had a hard ti wrapping his mind around them.
In her first form, she retained her dark hair and tan complexion. In that form, she appeared as the most harmless person anyone could ever et.
However, Kent and the ladies couldn't help but fear the look in her eyes despite her seemingly harmless deanour.
It was like a tiger that had chosen to cloak itself in a sheep's skin.
But that was the form she would take when going out or spending ti with her sisters. In that form, she is just Neomi...
She called her second form Vak'Shara. It was that of a warrior whose armour was drenched in blood. In fact, calling her a warrior was an understatent—in that form, she was a killer born of blood.
Essentially, she was the embodint of slaughter.
From the description Kent read, in that form—which she could maintain for only an hour a day—all her senses would be heightened, and aside from her allies, anything she faced would die.
The more she killed, the stronger she beca.
The more blood-soaked her armour and body, the more lethal she beca.
Had Kent been aware of the true history of Rakshasa, he would have recognized that form, for it was the form she used to enter the trial of awakening, where 10,000 natural-born killers were pitted against each other, with the endga being that only one would walk out alive.
Shara entered that trial when her mother died, and she walked out a killer who had to slay 6,790 people to survive.
Her skills are for killing, and her aspects are for killing.
Then there is her Rakshara form, where she becos a warrior princess born for war. In this form, she is clad in red and black armour and wields a red spear.
In that form, she bears the Mark of War on her forehead and the tattoo of battle on her face. Her short hair and athletic build in that form made the blood of her sisters run cold.
She can maintain that for three hours every day. She only awakened 25% of her bloodline.
The three forms of Rakshara are Prey, Slaughter, and Warrior. But even though she is prey, the predator lies hidden behind her eyes.
"Monts like this make wonder where you ca from and where you are going, Kent," Neomi asked, looking fondly at Kent, who was getting his divine rod serviced by a Void Reaver.
Ingrid may have beco a dangerous warrior, but when it ca to her main, she was as ta as a cat.
"I ca from the unknown, ladies, and I am rising to kill a god, for that is the mission I will accomplish in less than a century," Kent smiled.
"You want to kill a god?" Camilla raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed, my love. I rose from the dead to kill a god, and I will kill him regardless of who he is or what authority he holds." The ladies turned and looked at him.
"You'll be taking us with you, right?" Neomi asked, already pumped for a battle of that magnitude.
"Of course. Killing a god is not one man's job, after all," Kent smiled. Though he will be killing a god, Vexthra still hasn't told him why she wants the God of Alchemy dead.
But he doesn't really care. Vexthra is his wife, and as such, whatever she wants will be given to her—even if it involves killing a god.
"You ladies should stop being petty and let Kent awaken your True Nas," Ingrid, who had had her fill of the dragon juice, said to Mara, Camilla, and Val.
They knew Unity wasn't getting her True Na yet because she had a different arrangent.
Alina also isn't getting the chance to break away from her master, who has much more to ask about Kent than focusing on managing her auction house and business empire.
This ans they will have to pause the awakening here for now, mainly because the three who have yet to join the harem are being petty.
"If we're being petty, then what about you all who wanted to have a second 'first ti' with Kent again? Don't you think sothing like that would also be welco by us too?" Val stuck out her tongue, teasing the ladies.
"Your loss," Selene said, though she knew she would have done the sa thing if she were in their place.
"No need to look down on us, sisters. The mont we're done with the rescue mission, this brat won't have any more excuses to deny us anymore," Mara said, and the ladies nodded.
"Then what's next?" Selene asked.
"The mission will be in three days' ti, aning you all have 72 days to get familiar with your new abilities and bodies.
So, I will send you to the training towers I made for each of you. You can train there for the next 72 days while I work outside.
The mission is already a success, but we should put in all of it, for it's for the lives of two beautiful ladies—and you all know how much I value the lives of beauties."
The ladies smiled, but they had no objections.
They spent a day with Kent, and after that, he sent them to their various training towers before leaving for the outside.
The second Undead will be arriving in a few hours' ti, aning he must prepare for what is coming and the mission that will happen right after her creation is complete.
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