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Anissa, Arcane Bastion – En Route to Talescria.

"I'LL KILL YOU, WORM!!!" one of the imprisoned Viltrumite soldiers shouted as he launched himself at full speed toward the impassive figure of Anissa's new Lord.

The Viltrumite woman watched impassively the... curious condition in which all of the captured prisoners now found themselves. The Viltrumite fleet had been practically annihilated; only a single ship had managed to escape, and it had been gravely damaged. Without a doubt, by now the high command of Viltrum would already know what had happened at Urath.

And of Harry's existence, Anissa thought with conflicting emotions.

On one hand, the Viltrumite warrior had spent centuries loyal to her race and her people. She had conquered countless worlds and had led Viltrum's armies with pride, always faithful to the Viltrumite philosophy that the strongest may take whatever—and whomever—they desire.

Planets, cities, and slaves. The superior race, the most powerful race in the galaxy, had the right to do whatever pleased them.

And then...

Her Lord arrived.

Harry Potter, Supreme Sorcerer, supreme leader of a race unknown to Anissa, yet unimaginably powerful and terrifying.

The Homo Maegi.

"AHHHHHHHG!" the Viltrumite screamed as he was halted in midair, completely immobilized and utterly subjected to the will of Anissa's Lord.

Harry wasted no time. He simply vanished from where he stood, reappearing beside the frozen warrior. Without the slightest trace of mercy, Harry drove his knee into the Viltrumite's abdomen while simultaneously channeling his power.

The result was... simply devastating. Anissa watched impassively as her compatriot began coughing up blood before collapsing, defeated and subdued at Harry's feet, undoubtedly experiencing the greatest pain he had ever felt in his life.

Something Anissa could understand.

She herself had felt the scourge of Harry's strength upon her own flesh.

That burning agony, feeling your life escape through your lips while the damage slowly spread throughout your entire body...

And the worst was still yet to come.

Harry's finger glowed with a golden radiance and released a bolt directly into the agonizing warrior's body before the cautious eyes of the remaining prisoners, kneeling and subdued, watching as the Supreme Sorcerer stripped their compatriot of his powers.

To Anissa's respect, the warrior made a titanic effort to rise to his feet while trying with all his might to take flight.

Something that was now impossible.

The warrior roared in fury and helplessness as he delivered pathetic, feeble blows against Lord Harry's legs, trying—and failing miserably—to harm him.

"W-What... what the hell did you do to me?" the terrified Viltrumite asked, staring at Harry in realization, which slowly transformed into something Anissa was not accustomed to seeing among her race.

Fear.

Harry did not answer, his icy gaze focused upon the remaining prisoners, his hand glowing with the golden lightning that Anissa had learned to associate as the prelude to the loss of one's powers.

The Supreme Sorcerer gracefully raised his fingers and unleashed his attack upon the kneeling prisoners, who could not help but scream in agony beneath the overwhelming sensation of slowly feeling the strength to which they had been accustomed for centuries fade away.

When the process was complete, Lord Harry snapped his fingers, releasing the Viltrumites from their restraining enchantments and causing every single one of them to collapse to the floor, trembling and exhausted, utterly incapable of standing.

Anissa watched the act with an impassive expression, though inwardly she still could not help but shudder at the power her new Lord commanded.

"It is as impressive as it is unsettling, the ease with which he does it," Nolan said, his voice cautious as he watched the mechanical soldiers lift their compatriots without the slightest bit of decorum, dragging them toward the ship's prison cells.

"This will be a blow the Regent cannot mitigate. Ten Viltrumites captured. The attack reduced his forces by thirty percent," Nolan said with complete calm.

Anissa could not help but frown and cross her arms, looking at Nolan with obvious reproach in her voice.

"You do not need to worry about your own head or your offspring's, Nolan. You have seen what our Lord can do. Do you know anyone within the Grand Regent's ranks capable of stopping him?" Anissa asked with acceptance and a trace of resignation.

Nolan did not answer.

And that was answer enough for the warrior.

Many times, silence was answer enough.

As in this case.

Lord Potter had destroyed an entire fleet, captured ten Viltrumites, and forced General Kregg to flee the battle.

Nolan remained silent for a long while, though his gaze was still somewhat distant, clearly lost in thought.

"I do not know Lord Potter's limits, but I know very well what a cornered animal is capable of. What do you believe Thragg's reaction will be when he learns that a third of his Viltrumite forces have been captured, and that an entire fleet has been destroyed?" Nolan asked, causing Anissa to frown at the uncomfortable thought.

"He will react as the pure-blooded Viltrumite he is. He will acknowledge the challenge and throw everything he has into destroying him, something Lord Harry is obviously already expecting," Anissa replied with complete certainty.

Because if there was one thing the Viltrumite had come to understand about her new Lord, it was that the Supreme Sorcerer's mind functioned differently from everyone else's.

Anissa did not doubt for even a single instant that, within his mind, Harry already had a perfect plan to strike the Regent where it would hurt him the most.

"Do you think he will show mercy?" Nolan asked cautiously, referring to the prisoners and their uncertain fate.

Anissa simply could not answer.

She had no certainty whatsoever regarding the fate of her people.

"I do not know, but I shall devote myself to bearing as many sons and daughters of Viltrum as possible to rebuild our numbers. Something you should also be doing, instead of limiting yourself to a single offspring," the warrior said with obvious reproach.

If Nolan was offended by her words, he did an excellent job of hiding it.

However, Anissa never received an answer to her remarks, because Harry got close to them.

Both Nolan and Anissa straightened their backs. It was something they truly could not help. Harry had proven himself to be the Apex of the galaxy, and both believed it was only a matter of time before the rest of the Viltrumites either submitted or were annihilated.

Their compatriots had only two choices.

Either they submitted to the New Regime...

Or they perished.

Anissa did not care in the slightest. If necessary, she would bear her Lord a hundred sons and daughters, the Viltrumite thought with devotion and a touch of obsession.

"I have analyzed the minds of all the prisoners. I have devised a preliminary plan of action to deal with this clown Thragg as quickly as possible."

Immediately afterward, Lord Harry moved his hand gracefully, projecting the image of a planet...

One familiar to Anissa.

"This shall be our objective. I cannot afford to waste much more time in this place fighting a war of attrition against a slave empire, therefore we shall strike the head and eliminate the root of the problem, allowing the Coalition to restore order."

Nolan and Anissa looked at the projection of their home in absolute silence before exchanging hesitant glances.

Anissa swallowed and stepped forward, speaking with complete submission.

"My Lord... do you... intend to destroy Viltrum?" Anissa asked, fearing her Lord's answer.

Because...

As much as her loyalty now belonged to Lord Harry, the one who had conquered and tamed her...

Viltrum was still her home.

That would never change.

Simply imagining the destruction of her home...

The warrior could not suppress a shiver. The mere thought of kneeling at the foot of Lord Harry's Throne while Viltrum was destroyed...

Was a nightmare the warrior did not wish to contemplate.

Alas, it seemed Anissa had nothing to fear.

Lord Harry looked at her in disbelief before shaking his head and replying.

"I have no intention of destroying your home, Anissa. You may rest easy. However, it is obvious that the planet is both a symbol and this Thragg's base of operations, therefore I shall do something I have not done in a very long time," Lord Harry said, staring intently at the image of Viltrum in complete concentration.

Anissa and Nolan remained silent, leaning slightly forward as they awaited the next sentence.

However, when Lord Potter spoke again...

Both Anissa and Nolan were left utterly dumbfounded.

"A prank," he said with a smile, his eyes gleaming softly as he schemed and calculated his next move, one unknown to both Anissa and Nolan.

A moment later, Lord Harry waved his hand, dismissing the projection of Viltrum before turning his attention toward the two Viltrumites.

"We shall arrive at Talescria shortly. Once everything is prepared, I will inform you of the plan for the assault on Viltrum. Nolan, Kori wished to train with you. She is waiting for you in the training room," the Lord of Anissa ordered, causing the Viltrumite warrior to frown before nodding gently and slowly leaving the room, leaving Anissa alone with her Lord.

And judging by the way he was looking at her...

Anissa knew her Master intended to make extensive use of her body.

"Talia's pregnancy limits the vigor with which I can fuck her, and the battle has left me rather worked up. I'm going to fuck you, hard and for hours. I hope you're ready," Harry warned as he grabbed her by the hair, channeling that accursed power and making her experience exquisite pain, tearing a guttural and obscene moan from Anissa's lips.

"I am yours, my Lord. You may do with me whatever you desire. You have conquered me, and this body belongs to you to take your pleasure from as many times as you wish," the woman exclaimed, suppressing moans beneath the intense and pleasurable sensations, letting out a loud cry as she felt her Lord's hand expertly massaging her ample breasts, stimulating Anissa, skillfully balancing the Viltrumite's body between exquisite pain and glorious pleasure.

"That is exactly what I wanted to hear. I hope you do not have many plans over the coming months, my dear... I intend to make extensive use of your body," her Lord warned, and without waiting for a response, both disappeared from the detention chamber, reappearing inside Lord Harry's private quarters, where Queen Talia stood watching with fascination as the brown-haired Terran and the young red-haired woman kissed one another with obvious lust and desire.

Apparently...

It was going to be one of those nights, Anissa thought, shuddering with pleasure, only to moan as she felt Lord Harry's hands upon her breasts.

"Now... prepare yourself," he warned, as Anissa felt the head of his enormous manhood teasingly brush against her petals, preparing to violate her body.

Anissa smiled...

If this was to be her life from now on...

She could grow accustomed to it.

Throughout the entire journey to Talescria, Anissa served her Lord with complete devotion, praying that one of the dozens of releases of seed her Lord deposited inside her would take root.

After all...

She wished to give her Master worthy heirs.

Thaedus, Coalition Headquarters – Talescria.

"Repeat the report from the beginning. I want to be absolutely certain that we all heard the same thing," Thaedus said calmly, a calm that, evidently, no one else on the Council shared.

The soldier nodded before repeating the message Amethyst had sent from Urath.

What Thaedus had anticipated was precisely what had happened. A Viltrumite fleet had intercepted the diplomatic convoy and begun battering Queen Urath's fleet, successfully incapacitating half of the diplomatic force with ease.

Thaedus had expected a lengthy report listing casualties among both personnel and ships, or perhaps even a request for rescue.

Instead, what he received was...

Something even more complicated.

The message was clear.

The Viltrumite fleet had been destroyed.

Two dozen warships reduced to wreckage.

Two regiments of enemy soldiers eliminated.

And ten Viltrumite commanders defeated and captured...

Something unheard of.

A single attack had decimated the enemy's forces. One third of the remaining Viltrumites had been taken out of the war.

That was simply a devastating blow to Thragg and his madness.

"This is incredible! We must contact this Supreme Sorcerer at once! Someone capable of destroying the Viltrumites in such a manner would be a tremendous ally for the Coalition!" one of the councilors exclaimed, prompting another to answer cautiously.

"Or a brutal enemy. The report states that this Supreme Sorcerer travels with two Viltrumites and, apparently, has claimed one of them as his Mate. Perhaps it would be wiser to exterminate him before they manage to produce offspring. A hybrid between a Viltrumite and whatever Harry Potter is... would be devastating. A destroyer of worlds!" the man shouted, causing the first councilor to rise to his feet and retort.

"Or a Builder of Empires! We all saw what this... Harry Potter is capable of. He fought and subdued five Viltrumites simultaneously. That sort of power is exactly what we need to destroy Thragg and the rest of those Viltrumite beasts. If what he desires is females, we can search the galaxy for the most beautiful and attractive species to satisfy him, so long as he defends Talescria and the Coalition!" the man shouted, plunging the Council Chamber into chaos.

Chaos reigned throughout the chamber, and Thaedus made no real effort to stop it.

He needed this time to think about what Amethyst had sent.

A stranger.

A powerful one.

And apparently, an uncontrollable one.

So powerful that he and only a handful of his warriors had subdued the most powerful species in the galaxy with terrifying ease.

The truth was that the situation was a gamble...

At least until he met Harry Potter in person.

Amethyst claimed that this Supreme Sorcerer was not truly a threat, that he was only passing through before returning to his own home.

But Thaedus had fought for centuries.

He knew very well that words were often not supported by actions.

Therefore, he would reserve judgment until he met his future guest.

And speaking of the Devil, Thaedus thought, feeling the distortion in atmospheric pressure that betrayed the appearance of a colossal object in the skies above Talescria.

And now...

Chaos, Thaedus thought, as the alarms began to sound, and images of Harry Potter's colossal and terrifying vessel appeared above Talescria, dominating the heavens through its mere presence alone.

It was...

One hell of an enormous ship.

Constructed from a metal resembling bronze, spherical in shape, and apparently armed to the teeth.

It made the Coalition's warships look like toys.

The alarms continued to blare, and the members of the Council began speaking among themselves as they observed the colossal vessel with obvious respect, relief, and hope in their eyes.

Thaedus rose to his feet and began issuing orders.

"Very well, have someone establish contact with the Supreme Sorcerer's vessel. Prepare a welcoming committee and—"

the elder began, only to be interrupted when, in the center of the Council Chamber, something happened.

A sort of emerald spiral appeared without warning.

It was...

Beautiful.

Yet at the same time, dangerous.

Thaedus' entire body shuddered as a profound terror...

A primordial terror...

Invaded his body, as though his very atoms twisted in the presence of an Alpha predator.

"What in the blazes is this?" one of the councilors asked cautiously, while the guards leveled their weapons at the strange phenomenon.

At least...

Until a moment later.

Amethyst emerged from the...

Portal.

At the sight of her, both the soldiers and the members of the Council relaxed immediately, while more people began emerging.

Thaedus recognized Telia and Allen, while he frowned upon seeing Nolan and Anissa emerge as well, both wearing not Viltrumite colors, but emerald and golden robes.

And a moment later...

The man of the hour appeared.

Harry Potter, Thaedus thought, analyzing every minute detail of the man.

At first glance, he appeared to be either a Viltrumite or a human.

Tall.

Possessing a physique that clearly revealed intense physical training.

Black-haired.

Emerald-eyed.

Clad in a perfectly tailored black robe that gave him the appearance of the Monarch he was.

And when those powerful eyes focused upon Thaedus...

The leader of the Coalition could not help but shudder in terror.

"You must be Thaedus. It seems we have a common enemy," he said with a calm yet powerful voice.

"So it would seem. Welcome to Talescria, Supreme Sorcerer," Thaedus replied cordially, hoping that this would be...

The beginning of a cordial relationship.

Only time would tell.