While Ash had begun his journey of breaking this entire Oath... and he didn't plan on going to all 9,999 of them.
That wouldn't be very Ash-like, would it?
His women — the six who had chosen the path of adventure — sat together on the jagged edge of a black cliff, legs dangling over a drop that plunged straight into the heart of the city below.
The view was intense, though not for them—lust was just a part of everyday life.
Every district teemed with an endless ocean of shifting bodies, pulsing with raw, unyielding desire.
As Ash had said before leaving, this was the realm of Sylvie's parents—Lust Demons, forever bound to their eternal craving.
By now the six women here had reached Mid Hyperversal Equivalent—and, truthfully, surpassed it. What mattered most was the elevation of their existence, allowing them, like Ash, to span up to ninety-five Layers of Reality.
Sylvie sat at the center; her long white hair streaked with green drifting gently.
