The high-tier holy water Supreme Inquisitor Kael spilled didn't burn Elara’s skin. Instead, it violently resonated with the chaotic magic tearing through her veins, instantly illuminating the crimson succubus crests on her neck and inner thigh under his cold gaze. With her rampaging bloodline threatening to obliterate her within fifteen minutes, Elara faces a desperate choice. She must bite her lip and explicitly beg the ruthless Inquisitor to initiate his branding ritual. By accepting his holy blood to neutralize her abyssal magic, she will surrender to his absolute control, trading her physical and spiritual freedom for a suffocating survival. Yet, a desperate escape leads her straight into Vice-Bishop Darius’s binding array. As Darius chillingly reveals that Kael actually risked treason to destroy her bloodline archives, Elara realizes she has entirely misjudged her captor.