What did she see that made even an ancient being like her shocked?
What kind of power could make even an ancient being like her tremble?
The answer to that was right in front of her.
A screen.
A translucent silver in color, it shimmered before her—woven with strands of time, faint runes glowing along its edges. Within it, her future master stood like a god among worms, hundreds of beggars on their knees. Her breath hitched, a primal heat stirring in her ancient soul.
She had witnessed everything that was happening since the time he had come inside.
To say these words would be an understatement, as she had shamelessly watched every single moment of his time—the seconds, the heartbeats—of her master in here.
No matter what he did: when he ate, when he slept, when he breathed, when he trained, and even when he fucked—
She missed nothing. It was her only form of entertainment.
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