Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1457 Murderous Drow

Chapter 1457  Murderous Drow

Stone blurred past in layered corridors and open spans, shadows sliding and reforming as Quinlan moved through them at a rapid pace that wasted no motion. His senses were stretched outward rather than merely focused ahead, already having an inkling of what this game is about.

He was meant to sense, to understand, to notice where he would be struck from.

The ‘game’ was as such. If they could live for three minutes or dodge a single strike, they won.

If they got struck, they lost.

A simple game, designed by the drow female who appeared quite playful to Quinlan.

But he liked the premise of the game. If he could react to an assassin of her caliber, then he should gain immense benefits.

That said, reacting to one of the best, if not the best, primordial assassins trying to kill you was a challenge that sounded outright impossible. However, Quinlan was more than ready to give it his all.

Every step of his was placed with the expectation that something would try to lunge at him from an angle he was not watching.

And something did.

Coming from straight ahead, fast and light.

A curvaceous shape launched itself at his chest with no warning.

Quinlan caught her by reflex, arms closing around familiar weight as momentum thumped softly into him, and the tension in his frame eased the instant her scent hit him.

Blossom wriggled happily in his arms, nose buried against his neck as she sniffed him with deep, enthusiastic pulls, tail whipping back and forth so hard it thudded against his hip.

“Master is finally here!” she chirped, voice bright and breathless as she pressed her cheek against his collarbone. “Blossom is so happy! Blossom missed Master so much!”

He smiled despite himself, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her head and the other settling beneath her perky butt to keep her upwards as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss into her soft blonde hair, holding her close as her tail kept thudding against him in unrestrained happiness.

In this moment, Quinlan felt one thing with absolute certainty.

It never mattered how many times this exact scene repeated itself, how many battles came before or after, how many scars he carried beneath his armor or deeper still, because the moment Blossom sensed him and threw herself into his arms with that same unfiltered joy, nose brushing his skin as if she needed to confirm he was real, present, and still hers, something in him always loosened in exactly the same way.

‘I could live a thousand lives, and I would never grow tired of her, never tire of being greeted like I am the center of her world, never tire of the way she clings to me.’

The appreciation was not loud or dramatic, but it was a quiet certainty wrapped around her eager body as she sniffed and kissed his skin without shame, and Quinlan let himself feel it fully.

“I missed you too, my Blossom,” he said quietly. “How is it here?”

Her tail wagged even harder for half a second.

Then it stopped.

Blossom went stiff in his arms, the sudden stillness sharp enough that he felt it immediately, and then her shoulders slumped as she sagged against him with a small, miserable sound.

“The dark elf is too cruel!!” she declared, voice wobbling as her ears drooped. “She makes Blossom run and hide and listen and think over and over again!! She claims that listening to our instincts and senses without using our brain is a quick way to get killed because our senses can be tricked!!”

This much was a true story, Quinlan had to admit. He remembered back to how Vex, when she first appeared, completely avoided Blossom’s senses and appeared behind the group with the dogkin, with her immensely powerful nose, never being the wiser about it.

Granted, Blossom was a Phantom Canine-classed individual back then, a much weaker and more inexperienced version of Quinlan’s beloved Void Stalker.

But the same sentiment held true even after Blossom became stronger; sometimes, she couldn’t detect people or artifacts when the proper magic was applied.

Thus, being made aware of her limitations and forced to think of her weaknesses so she doesn’t get surprised was a lesson Quinlan could get behind.

In fact, Kiryssa instantly jumped up a notch in his mind as a teacher.

He exhaled slowly, adjusting his grip so she was supported more comfortably with both his hands as she complained into his chest.

It was only then that he noticed it.

Even as she clung to him, even as she spoke and pressed herself closer as if trying to reclaim the familiar safety she had missed, her attention was not fully on him.

Not like it used to be before.

Her ears twitched at faint sounds he could not even hear, her nose lifted and angled subtly between words, her gaze flicked past his shoulder toward darker recesses of the cavern before snapping back to his face.

Before, when he held her like this, when she was in his arms and given free rein to sniff and lick him however her heart desired, the rest of the world ceased to exist for her entirely, as though proximity alone erased every other concern from her mind, leaving only him.

Now it did not.

Minute shifts in her posture betrayed constant assessment, a quiet vigilance layered beneath the affection, and Quinlan felt something settle into place as understanding followed.

Kiryssa had done this.

Whatever cruelty Blossom complained about had carved a necessary lesson into her instincts, turning even her scatterbrain into something that watched and waited, alert for the predator that might strike without warning.

Quinlan’s arms tightened slightly around her, protective without smothering, as his gaze lifted toward the surrounding shadows once more.

“Alright,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “I see how it is.”

A sound rolled through the cavern, low and resonant.

Blossom’s ears snapped upright.

“That’s it!” she said quickly, already shifting in his arms as her weight changed. “That’s the sign! The game has begun!”

She wriggled free before he could respond, landing lightly on her feet, and turned her back to him. “Master, let’s work together!”

Quinlan didn’t need to be convinced. The two were with their backs toward one another so that their blind spots were better observed. However, there was still a gap between them, so that if one of them were to be struck, the other wouldn’t fall to the same strike, giving them a good chance to react and win the game. As he did so, he asked, “How do you fight back here, Blossom, or do you manage to do anything at all?”

She shook her head, blonde hair bouncing. “Blossom tries! Blossom can sometimes feel the dark elf coming, but Blossom never dodges in time! Not even once!”

He tilted his head slightly. “You can sense her?”

“Yes!!” Blossom nodded vigorously. “Master should watch the shadows!”

“The shadows…?” Quinlan murmured wryly, gaze lifting and sweeping outward.

They were underground, surrounded by uneven stone, broken columns, natural arches, and bioluminescent growths that painted everything in muted blues and purples, which meant shadows layered over shadows, overlapping and shifting with every uneven surface and every faint movement of light.

This was Kiryssa’s domain.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, letting Blossom’s presence and trust steady him as he adjusted his stance.

‘All I can do is try my best.’

He focused outward, letting his awareness spread and overlap, tracking the way shadows bent and pooled, the way light softened along edges and hardened along others, watching for disturbances that did not belong, for patterns that broke their own logic.

Something felt close.