Free Web NovelChapter 406: Chapter 401: Inverted Tear
Aiden stood at the center of the fracture cathedral deep beneath Dunhar. The ancient underground chamber pulsed with unstable energy.
Cracks ran along the crystal walls, and the captured Saint’s Tear floated above a makeshift altar of reinforced steel and runes. Engineers shouted orders while mages poured stabilizing spells into the support pillars.
The relic’s original power was meant to suppress Golden Womb abilities across the battlefield. Tonight, Aiden would flip that effect.
"Double the anchors on the north fracture line," he barked. "If this thing collapses, we’re all buried."
Captain Lira Voss wiped sweat and dust from her face. Her battle armor was torn at the shoulder and thigh from earlier fighting.
Beside her stood Seraphine, the ex-priestess who had defected only days ago. Seraphine’s white robes were dirty, but her eyes burned with new purpose.
Church forces hammered the surface above them. Explosions shook dust from the ceiling every few minutes. Probing teams had already tried to break through two side tunnels. Each time, Thorn Legion squads pushed them back.
Aiden stepped onto the central crystal platform. The Saint’s Tear hovered above his outstretched hand. "Begin the inversion."
Mages activated the ritual circle. Golden Womb energy surged from Aiden into the relic. The Tear resisted at first, flashing white light that burned his palm.
He gritted his teeth and pushed harder. The chamber walls groaned. A section of the eastern fracture split open, and shadow beasts poured through—twisted, eyeless things with razor claws.
"Hold the line!" Lira roared. She charged with her sword while Seraphine summoned purifying flames to burn the creatures back.
Aiden kept channeling. The energy grew violent. His muscles strained, veins glowing gold under his skin.
The Tear started spinning faster, shifting from holy white to deep golden hue. Power flooded the chamber. Every surface lit up with raw amplifying energy.
At the peak, when the inversion nearly tore him apart, Aiden grabbed Lira and Seraphine. He pulled them onto the glowing platform with him.
Lira bent over the low crystal ledge first, her torn armor shoved down around her waist. Aiden gripped her hips and drove into her from behind in one hard thrust.
Her pussy was already soaked from the ritual energy. The golden power made her inner walls glow and clench violently around his cock with every stroke.
He fucked her with long, powerful movements, hips slapping against her ass while the chamber shook from both the ritual and distant explosions.
Seraphine dropped to her knees beneath them. She licked Aiden’s balls as he thrust, then moved up to suck on Lira’s swollen clit. Lira cursed and moaned, pushing back against Aiden’s cock.
"Switch," Aiden ordered.
He sat on the platform. Seraphine climbed on top immediately, her massive tits spilling out of her torn robes. She slammed down onto his cock, taking him deep.
The ex-priestess rode him hard, years of repressed church training breaking apart as she bounced. Her heavy breasts slapped together with each drop. Aiden grabbed them, squeezing roughly while she fucked herself on him.
Lira straddled his face, grinding her dripping pussy against his tongue. She kissed Seraphine sloppily, their tongues sliding together while both women moaned. The ritual energy amplified every sensation.
Lira came first, squirting across Aiden’s chin and the crystal floor. Seraphine followed seconds later, her pussy clamping down so hard Aiden almost lost control.
They moved again. Aiden bent both women over the ledge side by side. Lira on the left, Seraphine on the right.
He alternated deep thrusts between their dripping cunts—five strokes in Lira, then five in Seraphine, then back. Their moans mixed with the sounds of collapsing rock and distant battle.
Finally, he buried himself fully in Seraphine and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. When he pulled out, Lira dropped down and licked it out eagerly, pushing her tongue into Seraphine’s used hole.
The two women kissed messily, cum and juices dripping down their thighs. All three of them glowed with fresh power when it ended.
Aiden left them recovering on the platform. In a side chamber, Elizabeth waited. The Empress pushed him against the warm crystal wall the moment he entered.
She hiked up her dress, no underwear beneath, and sank onto his still-hard cock. She rode him with slow, possessive movements, her tight pussy gripping him perfectly.
"I felt the ritual from above," she whispered hotly against his ear.
"How those two sluts screamed for your seed. Their end comes tomorrow. One wrong step in battle, one poisoned blade. Soon this cock will stretch only me—your Empress—every night for the rest of time."
Elizabeth shuddered through a hard orgasm, clenching around him, then stepped back, straightened her dress, and walked out like nothing happened.
The inverted Saint’s Tear activated fully. A massive golden aura spread across the entire empire army.
Soldiers felt stronger, faster, their abilities amplified. But alarms rang immediately after. The anti-Pope’s ritual convergence had begun in the north.
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The sky-palace hovered high above the battlefield as sunrise approached.
The strategy sphere was a wide floating crystal chamber with full panoramic views of the war below. Tactical maps floated in the air while reports flooded in from every front.
Aiden stood at the center table. Nyra and Captain Vespera were with him. The final hours before the main assault were tense.
Church forces were launching their full crusade at dawn—tens of thousands marching under the anti-Pope’s banners.
"Seraphine’s intel was good," Nyra said. "Three battalions on the left flank are ready to turn when we hit them."
Aiden nodded. "Launch the bombardment on my mark."
The tension was thick. Aiden pulled Nyra and Vespera close. They needed this release before the slaughter began.
Nyra, normally reserved, took control first. She pushed Vespera onto the wide command table, spreading her legs and fingering her roughly while kissing Aiden deeply.
Aiden lifted Nyra’s leg, lined up, and drove into her tight pussy while she kept working Vespera’s cunt with two fingers.
He pounded her hard against the table edge, the golden aura from the relic making every thrust electric.
Vespera moaned loudly. She then bent Nyra over the table herself and buried her face between Nyra’s ass cheeks, licking her from behind.
Aiden took Vespera in standing doggy, slamming into her soaked pussy while the table shook. His hips slapped loudly against her firm ass.
Below them, through the crystal floor, they could see the battlefield lighting up with the first clashes—Thorn Legion charges breaking through lines, Nyra’s shadow teams sabotaging supply trains, Elizabeth’s artillery raining fire from the rear.
The view made it more intense.
They changed positions. Nyra climbed onto Aiden reverse cowgirl on the table, sinking down onto his cock. Vespera straddled his face, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth. Nyra rode him hard, her ass bouncing as she took every inch.
Both women came violently at the same time, their moans echoing through the shielded chamber while outside the windows the crusade raged. Aiden gripped Nyra’s hips and came deep inside her, filling her with hot cum.
They stayed connected for a moment, breathing hard, energized rather than tired. The golden aura pulsed stronger in their bodies.
Minutes before the main battle commenced, Elizabeth pulled Aiden into the private antechamber off the strategy sphere.
She dropped to her knees, took his cock into her mouth, and sucked him clean with possessive hunger, tasting Nyra on him.
Then she stood, wrapped one leg around his waist, and guided him inside her against the wall.
Between desperate kisses she hissed, "I know you just filled Nyra... Those bitches’ lives end today on the field.
I’ve already arranged it. When the crusade is won, your Empress will be the only one who ever gets this cock again—every morning, every night, forever."
She came hard, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, then quickly straightened her dress and walked out to command the opening barrage.
The battle opened with fury. Sky-palace cannons lit up the dawn sky. Thorn Legion broke the center. Betrayals ripped through Church ranks thanks to Seraphine’s planted agents.
The anti-Pope revealed a terrifying merged form halfway through—half holy saint, half shadow horror—but the empire forces, boosted by the inverted Tear, held and pushed forward. freewebnσvel.cøm
By sunset, the first day ended in clear empire victory. The anti-Pope survived but retreated to a massive central fracture nexus deep in the northern wastes. The war would be decided there in one final assault.
Aiden stood on the observation deck of the sky-palace, looking north. The real fight was still ahead.
