As Jack and Ela continued walking through the training grounds, he observed more cult mbers training themselves to new heights. These won were getting stronger, growing stronger by the day. The progress of the cult's warriors was undeniable.
Most had reached Rank 5, an impressive feat considering the short ti since their training had begun in earnest. Their dedication, combined with the divine energy that flowed through the cult, had accelerated their growth beyond what normal warriors could hope to achieve. Jack could sense their mana, the controlled but potent energy radiating from their bodies as they sparred.
However, so were still lagging at Rank 4, struggling to keep pace with their sisters. Those in this category were often newer recruits, still adjusting to the cult's rigorous training and demanding physical standards. They had the determination, but their bodies had yet to adapt fully to the divine energies surging through them.
And then, there were the elites—those who had pushed themselves far beyond expectations. A handful of warriors had already broken into Rank 6, their strength placing them above even seasoned knights of other kingdoms. Their skills had evolved dramatically, and it was clear that they were on their way to becoming the cult's first true champions.
Jack stopped as he watched a group of Rank 6 warriors engaging in an advanced sparring session. Their weapons blurred as they moved with incredible speed and precision, their bodies radiating with controlled power. These were no longer just ordinary fighters—they were approaching the level of legends.
One of them caught his eye—a tall, raven-haired woman wielding two curved blades. Her movents were fluid, almost dance-like, as she weaved between attacks, countering ruthlessly. Her opponent, another high-ranked warrior, barely managed to keep up, her greatsword swinging in wide arcs as she attempted to land a decisive blow.
Jack turned to Ela, intrigued. "Who's that?" he asked, nodding toward the dual-wielding warrior.
Ela followed his gaze and smirked. "That's Selene. One of our fastest-rising stars. She was a rcenary before joining the cult—skilled but aimless. After taking in the divine energy, she's grown considerably. If she keeps up at this pace, she'll reach Rank 7 before the year ends."
Jack watched Selene duck under a swing, pivot on her heel, and deliver a devastating counterstrike that disard her opponent in a single, fluid motion. The other warrior stumbled back, panting, before conceding the match with a respectful nod.
Jack exhaled in amusent. "She's dangerous."
Ela grinned. "They all are, Master. And they only get more dangerous the longer they train."
Jack nodded in approval. He could feel it—the cult was evolving, and with warriors like these, it wouldn't be long before they beca a true force to be reckoned with. The balance of power in this world was shifting, and the cult was at the heart of it.
As they continued walking, they passed another section of the training grounds where the recruits were undergoing their basic training. Unlike the veterans, these won still worked on their fundantals—learning stances, proper footwork, and basic spells. While they weren't as flashy or impressive as the elite warriors, their determination was evident in every swing of their blades.
One instructor, a silver-haired woman nad Marika, walked among them, correcting stances and offering strict but encouraging feedback. Jack recognized her—she was one of Kali's best lieutenants, known for her no-nonsense approach to training.
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"They're improving," Jack noted as he watched Marika simply flip one of the recruits onto her back. "Even the weaker ones are getting stronger."
Ela nodded. "They are. But there's sothing else, too. They're not just getting stronger physically—ntally; they're also changing. Many of these won ca here broken and lost. They had no purpose. Now? They're warriors. They're devoted. And that devotion makes them fearless."
Jack could see it. The gleam in their eyes, the hunger to prove themselves. They were no longer ordinary won—they were his followers and becoming sothing far greater than what they once were.
"How long do you think before we start seeing Rank 7s?" Jack mused as they continued their walk.
Ela tilted her head, considering it. "If Selene keeps pushing herself? Maybe a few months. So of the others aren't far behind. But once we hit Rank 7… we will start attracting even more attention."
Jack smirked. "Good. Let them watch."
Ela chuckled. "I knew you'd say that, Master."
Jack and Ela made their way toward the sparring grounds where Selene was training, her silhouette already visible in the distance. The rhythmic clash of blades and her precise footwork echoed through the training arena. Even among the warriors of the cult, Selene's ferocity and elegance were unmatched. She wasn't just strong—she was srizing to watch.
Jack's eyes traveled over her body as she moved with calculated aggression. Selene was the embodint of a warrior goddess—her toned, hourglass figure was a perfect balance between strength and undeniable femininity. Her sculpted waist led into hips that swayed hypnotically even with her battle stance. Her toned abs were visible beneath the slight sweat coating her tanned skin, a testant to her discipline and rigorous training.
Her breasts, full and perfectly shaped, bounced slightly with each motion, restrained just enough by the tight training outfit she wore—a black, form-fitting top that accentuated every curve and left just enough to the imagination. Her lower half was just as enthralling, thick, powerful thighs flexing as she shifted stances, her legs rippling with strength as she propelled herself forward. She wasn't bulky—no, her body was sleek and athletic, every movent a showcase of deadly precision mixed with sensual grace.
Her long, raven-black hair was tied in a high ponytail, stray strands sticking to her skin from the exertion. And then there were her eyes—a burning shade of crimson, filled with a determination that made even the strongest warriors hesitate when facing her.
Jack watched as she effortlessly dispatched her latest opponent with rapid movents—dodging a heavy greatsword swing, stepping into her opponent's guard, and delivering a devastating slash that stopped just inches from their throat. The defeated woman stepped back, swallowing hard before bowing respectfully.
Selene took a deep breath, spinning her twin blades once before lowering them. Her usual deanor was cold, calculated, and utterly ruthless in battle. But then… her gaze landed on Jack.
And in an instant, all of that lted away.
Her expression shifted from one of focused intensity to pure, unfiltered adoration. Her piercing crimson eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly before curling into an almost ecstatic smile. It was like watching a fierce predator suddenly beco a devoted, obedient pet.
Jack barely had ti to react before Selene practically teleported to his side, appearing before him with a bright, almost desperate look in her eyes.
"Master!" she breathed, her voice thick with adoration and excitent. She was panting slightly, still catching her breath from training, and Jack swore she looked flushed—whether from exertion or sheer joy at seeing him, he wasn't sure.
Selene pressed herself against him imdiately, her arms wrapping around his in a way that ensured he could feel every curve of her body against his own. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her sweat made her practically glisten under the sun.
Jack chuckled, looking down at her. "You look like you've been working hard."
Selene whimpered softly at the praise, her hips subtly pressing against his side as if trying to get closer. "I train only for you, Master," she murmured, her voice breathy and completely devoid of the icy deanor she had just monts ago. "My body, my strength, my very being—all of it is ant to please you."
Ela, watching from the side, snickered. "And there she goes. Fanatic mode activated."
Jack smirked but didn't move away from Selene, enjoying the reaction more than he probably should. "You've improved. I saw that last fight—your movents were perfect."
Selene shuddered at the complint, her grip on his arm tightening. "I… I only wish to be worthy of serving you, Master," she whispered, her voice dangerously close to a moan.
Jack ran a hand through her damp hair, and the sound she made was outright sinful. She nuzzled into his palm like a needy kitten, eyes fluttering shut briefly as if savoring the contact. Seeing such a deadly warrior reduced to a lovesick, eager devotee in his presence was almost amusing.
"Selene, you're already worthy," Jack said smoothly, and the way her eyes lit up at his words could have set the entire training ground ablaze.
She pressed herself even closer, seemingly forgetting they were standing in the middle of the arena, surrounded by onlookers. "Master… may I—"
"Selene, are you—"
A voice interrupted, and just like that, the temperature of the air dropped by ten degrees.
Selene's expression snapped back into its usual cold indifference as she turned toward the poor soul who had dared to interrupt. A fellow warrior had approached, likely intending to ask sothing mundane, but now stood frozen under Selene's piercing glare.
"...busy?" the warrior finished weakly, visibly shrinking under Selene's terrifying gaze.
Still half-clinging to Jack, Selene turned just enough to address the interruption. Her voice, soft and overflowing with affection just monts ago, was now frigid as ice.
"Yes," she said flatly, her crimson eyes shining with warning. "I am."
The warrior took a slow step back, hands half-raised in surrender. "Right. I'll, uh… co back later."
Selene didn't even acknowledge her after that—her focus was entirely back on Jack, her deanor shifting instantly as she smiled up at him, sweet and utterly devoted once more.
Jack exhaled in amusent. "You didn't have to terrify them."
Selene huffed, pouting slightly. "They should know better than to interrupt when I'm with you, Master." She pressed her soft, sweat-kissed body closer again. "I get so little ti with you… why should I waste a single second on anything else?"
Jack glanced at Ela, who was barely containing her laughter at the sheer absurdity of the contrast between Selene's personalities. He shook his head with a grin, cupping Selene's cheek.
"I suppose I can stay a little longer," he mused, and Selene practically purred in delight.
It seed that no matter how powerful she beca, Selene would always be his most devoted, most eager worshipper.
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