Quattro's proclamation left the Dark World's powerhouses with no choice but to kneel and comply. It became clear: their Marshal wasn't going to rest on his laurels any longer. Instead, he was set on propelling the Dark World to new heights.

Meanwhile, James had dragged Thea into the Chaos Temple and hastily started his activities. Thea's face turned red from his urgency. "Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate, darling?" she muttered.

"What do you mean?" James asked, baffled.

With some embarrassment, Thea replied, "I mean, this is Chaos Temple. It's sacred to the Doom Race, and you want us to… do it here?"

"This spot is perfect. It's well-hidden. We can handle things here," James insisted as he threw down a path source and set up a magic circle at the entrance.

Seeing James was determined, Thea could only shake her head. "Fine, but if Wyot asks, you're explaining. You did appoint him, after all."

Thea shyly disrobed. James was unaware when the last bit of fabric fell from her s