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Neo sat on his throne in the heart of the Nyx tribe hall, the carved wood cool against his back. The weight of the recent fight still lingered in his muscles, but a sharper edge cut through his thoughts. The quest words echoed again—discover the secret plan of the four agents. He had pushed it aside in the chaos of battle and the minotaur girl’s death. Now it slammed back into him. He needed to know what those Black Fang agents had truly come to the forest to do.

He started to rise, urgency tightening his chest, when the door swung open. Tara stepped inside. Her eyes locked on his face at once.

"Neo?" She crossed the room in a few long strides. "You look like you saw a ghost. What’s wrong?"

He met her gaze. "I forgot. The four agents. Their real plan. We never learned it."

Tara’s mouth curved into a grin. She walked closer until she stood right in front of him. "Before they left, I checked the minotaur girl’s corpse. Found her diary." She pulled a thin leather-bound book from her belt and held it up. "Besides destroying us, those four agents had another job. Find the location of a slave elf girl."

Neo’s hands tightened on the arms of the throne.

"The Black Fang is searching for a woman—an elf who ran into the forest," Tara continued. "The reason they want her is because an eldritch being is trapped inside her. It will break out soon if they leave her alone. They need to renew the seal with a special method."

Neo cursed under his breath. The moment that thing broke free, it would tear the entire forest apart. Everything they had built, every life under the Nyx banner, would burn.

Tara’s voice stayed steady, but her eyes held the same urgency. "We should find her fast. From the diary, Black Fang was giving this girl serious importance."

Neo nodded once. Veya stepped forward from the side of the hall, already pulling a small crystal device from her pouch.

"I can track her," Veya said. "Special mana device. It locks onto residual mana signatures."

They followed her without another word, moving as a group through the wooden corridors toward her laboratory. Inside the dim room, shelves of tools and glowing stones lined the walls. Veya set the device on the central table and activated it. A faint hum filled the air. Red light flickered across the surface of a projected map.

Neo watched the single red dot pulse in the middle of a wide black circle. Everyone else cursed at once. Martha and Neo stayed silent—neither of them knew what that black zone meant.

"Sai," Neo said, turning to the older warrior. "What is that area?"

Sai’s face hardened. "It belongs to a group of priests banished from the human kingdom. The Dark Order area. A barrier surrounds it and keeps them from leaving. The people there... they eat people alive."

Veya checked the device again. "She’s still alive. The tracker only works if the mana holder is living."

Neo cursed again, low and sharp. He had to get her out of there. Martha nodded beside him, her expression softening. The elf girl was young. Martha had always carried a soft spot for children.

"Tara. Martha. You’re with me," Neo said. "We form a small group. Veya, give us the exact location."

Veya transferred the coordinates. They left the Nyx tribe at once, cutting through the forest at a hard run. Branches snapped under their boots. Neo led, broad shoulders cutting a path, muscled legs driving them forward without pause. Tara and Martha stayed close, matching his pace as trees blurred past.

The barrier of the Dark Order rose ahead like a wall of shadow. They crossed it. The houses beyond were all black, identical in height, their windows dark and empty. The silence pressed in. No voices. No movement. They searched street after street until Neo finally spotted a figure walking slowly between the buildings.

The woman wore a tight black dress that clung to every curve. Thick thighs flexed with each step. Her ass was full and heavy, swaying under the fabric. Her breasts strained against the neckline, large and soft. Neo moved fast. He grabbed her by the shoulders and held her at arm’s length just as she lunged, teeth snapping for his throat.

She thrashed, biting at the air, eyes wild. Neo kept his grip firm, stopping her from reaching him.

"Where do you keep the prisoners?" he demanded.

She only snarled and kept trying to bite. Neo adjusted his hold and struck the side of her head with controlled force—once, twice—until the haze in her eyes cleared. She blinked hard, then sagged in his grip.

"I’m sorry," she rasped. "The curse... it controls me."

She straightened as best she could. "My name is Mira. Daughter of the elder of the Dark Order."

Neo released her carefully. "Neo."

Martha stepped up beside him. "Martha. His mother."

Tara’s voice was calm. "His lover."

Mira crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, the motion pushing them higher against the tight dress. She glared. "Why do you want to know about the prisoners? You trying to smuggle someone out?"

Neo realized he had pushed too hard too fast. He lowered his tone. "I’m new here. Looking for information. Do you know why the priests were banished to this place?"

Mira laughed, short and sharp. "I know the reason. It’s more important than you think." She sneered. "The cover story is a lie. The true reason is that the Holy Order once had two factions fighting each other. One believed in justice—they called themselves the Guardians. That’s us. The other was a shady faction formed by pure corruption. They called themselves the Black Fang. Yes. The same Black Fang that controls the whole forest now."

Neo fell silent for a moment. Then he asked the system the only question that mattered.

The answer came clear and absolute: the only way to lift her curse was by fucking her.

He looked at Mira. "I can heal you."

She studied his face, then nodded. Neo turned to Martha and Tara. "Give me a little time. Wait here."

They nodded. He took Mira’s wrist and led her into a narrow dark alley between two black houses. No windows overlooked them. No one could see. When they stopped, Mira faced him.

"Where’s the cure?"

"Sex," Neo said. "That’s what lifts the curse."

Mira went quiet. She was no innocent girl—she had known men before—but she was no fool either. "What guarantees you’re not lying? And for free? I doubt you’d heal me for nothing."

Neo met her eyes. "Do you know the eldritch being sealing ritual? The one that can keep that thing locked inside an elf girl?"

Her eyes widened. "I do."

"Teach it to me. That’s the payment."

Curiosity sparked in her gaze. "What are you sealing?"

Neo explained everything—the elf girl, the being inside her, the danger to the entire forest if it broke free. Mira listened without interrupting.

When he finished, he asked, "Can you free the elf girl we found here?"

Mira paused. "You mean the little elf we named Ely. She’s in the security station. We locked her in a cell to keep her safe from us. Some of our people can’t control the curse. They would eat her."

She exhaled. "After we finish our deal, I’ll take you there. All right?"

Neo nodded.

Mira stepped closer. She raised one finger and pressed it to the center of his forehead. Warmth flooded through the contact. Knowledge poured into him—symbols, words, the exact steps of the sealing ritual. When she pulled her hand away, Neo knew everything he needed to lock the eldritch being in place.

Mira looked at Neo. The reason she knew the sealing ritual was because her father insisted she would need to learn them. Who knows—they helped her now.

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