The Conquerors Path Chapter 965 - 963-Sweetness To Change.

Lanora’s tribe possessed a nature both tender and merciless—they were the most devoted lovers to those they cherished, yet to their foes, they were a catastrophe so profound that the mere thought of their vengeance was unbearable. They remained out of the way of others so long as they were not provoked; it was for this reason that the ancestral teachings Lanora received were of such vital importance.

She understood the necessity of adapting to Austin's culture, particularly since she might be the one pursuing him. Lanora was highly intelligent; in her own culture, when two souls synchronized their tunes, it was an absolute certainty that they would fall in love. However, Lanora realized that expecting the same outcome with Austin would be a perspective far too narrow.

In a way, Lanora could sense that Austin felt an interest in her; he projected those specific signals. Yet, she wondered if his feelings would ever progress beyond mere interest.

Austin had opened his heart to her, sharing glimpses of his future and the hardships of his life—it truly pained her, and she felt a deep desire to assist him in any way possible. Consequently, she knew that Austin would never simply settle down and join her tribe as others had done for generations; he was not a man who would flee from the world.

Because Austin loves his family enough to sacrifice his life for them, Lanora knew that part of his character was unchangeable. He would persist in fighting to provide them with the finest life, and from his words and the hints he dropped, Lanora grasped that his path would be grueling—he required more support and aid in his journey.

Furthermore, Lanora was aware that she wasn't the only one watching him—other girls were as well. She had already identified several of them, and Austin seemed to reciprocate that interest, indicating he truly intended to form a harem around himself. While Lanora had considered accepting this in her own way, the idea did not come to her easily.

Such a concept went against her upbringing: when two souls harmonize their tunes, they become inseparable—their futures, fates, and love are bound—leaving no room for any other tunes to interfere.

This was a lesson she had embraced since childhood, believing it to be the only reality. But what choice did she have? She had to accept this truth if she wanted a future with Austin. Aside from dedicating her time to refining her craft to match Austin’s, she constantly sought ways to ease his burdens.

She even contemplated leading her entire tribe out of seclusion to support Austin, granting him the power to achieve whatever he desired. When Lanora voiced these concerns to her family, their responses left her unsettled.

Lanora reflected on how her ability to tune could force a being into an eternal bond—two lives sharing the same frequency so perfectly that no outsider could ever enter that space. This was a practice within her family used when finding mates, though it usually required mutual consent.

As these contemplations swirled within her, a strange glint appeared in her eyes—a mental shift occurred, twisting her thought process into something new.

As that notion took a deeper hold of her, Lanora’s mind began to transform: ideas she had never before considered started flooding in, evolving her logic in dangerous and unprecedented ways. She had not reached the end yet, but she was drifting toward a dark descent.

The thoughts shifted, the tune altered, and darkness took hold....

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A look of madness occupied Nyla’s eyes as she waited for Austin to appear—a thirst and longing bubbled within her like an endless fountain of desire. The rite of passage between them had been completed, establishing a power dynamic that Austin had worked tirelessly to create; he had shattered Nyla with desire and rebuilt her in his image.

Using the opening he had found, Austin managed to liberate Sonia from the chains that held her—this was largely because she was lower on the hierarchy of targets, making it easier to break the constraints on her soul. However, the way Austin succeeded with Nyla was truly fascinating.

The gift of blood within him had broken Nyla down to serve his purposes; it was a combination of factors that led to this—primarily the blend of being Farah’s master and the bloodline of the Prince of Life. Ultimately, this gave Austin a version of Nyla who was entirely subservient to him alone.

Yet, because Nyla was a capture target, she still carried a corruption from the opposing side. This meant Austin could not fully sever those ties to transform Nyla into a blood angel—an act that would require absolute submission into his kingdom, which was beyond his current level and not yet permitted. Even so, Austin had claimed Nyla in a different fashion.

Currently, Nyla belonged entirely to Austin; she was bonded to him, and her mark was set, but her status as a corrupted capture target remained. She served Austin, certainly, but even that devotion could be warped in a frantic way.

Nyla sat and watched as Austin entered the battlefield; she observed the blood coursing through his veins—the sheer perfection of his form made her nearly forget her own craving for blood as she admired the sight.

Nyla possessed immense talent—enough to be recruited by the war council and considered a future pillar of leadership. She had weighed that path, as deep down she was still a woman obsessed with battle, but she had turned against them the moment the war council moved against Austin and his faction.

Right now, her wild side was screaming in anticipation of the coming scene, yet her mind was filled with jealousy and distorted thoughts. She understood certain secrets about Austin because of how thoroughly he had broken her; she knew he was far more lethal than anyone realized.

He had broken her with almost effortless ease, even though she had fought with the strength of an Origin level 8. This meant none of his current opponents stood a chance of breaking him, though since this was a different kind of combat, the outcome remained uncertain.

As she savored that thought, she also contemplated how useful her master—her everything—could become. She knew in her heart that he wasn't as benevolent as he appeared to the world. She had surrendered herself to him, yet she knew she wasn't the only one. She didn't fully comprehend it, but the fact that he hunted many women around him twisted her insides.

He was Nyla’s entire world, but she was not his—a painful reality she had nonetheless accepted. She would become whatever Austin required of her, yet she still possessed her own dark cravings.

A manic grin slowly crossed Nyla’s face; she would never betray Austin or act against his interests, but that didn't mean she couldn't become so essential to him that his love for her would naturally become boundless.

To achieve this, Nyla required power—absolute strength that would crush everything in her way. She had been working toward this for a long time, and she was working on it even now.