Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 222 Lady Nysa

Later, Pyris and his group ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the stone walls began to widen, opening into a vast chamber.

But this cavern was unlike anything they had seen before. Figures stood perfectly still, lining both sides of the chamber, each one frozen mid-motion, faces fixed in hauntingly serene expressions. They looked almost too real, too lifelike, like a scene from a memory frozen in time.

A faint, ethereal light gave their faces an unsettling glow, and each wore a look of strange contentment.

"Something is not right," Pyris muttered, his senses prickling.

He could feel it—a wrongness in the air, something unnatural pulsing just beneath the surface.

Zara stepped closer to one of the figures, her fingers hovering just shy of its face. She withdrew her hand quickly, eyes narrowing as she observed their empty eyes, the hollow smiles etched into their expressions. "They're all alive," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But no essence at all. But just… life energy?"

Pyris's gaze followed hers, his eyes sharpening as he tried to see past the facade. He could feel an overwhelming sense of vitality emanating from each figure. "They're being fed," he murmured, "with life energy… But why?"

A flash of green flickered ahead, catching his attention. His Living Shadows, ever vigilant, pulsed faintly, signaling toward something further down the chamber.

Pyris squinted, his dragon-keen sight homing in on the source. There, embedded in the wall, an orb pulsed with dark green life energy, streaked through with veins of gold that glowed with an otherworldly intensity.

"They're being sustained by that orb," Pyris murmured, watching the slow drip of life energy stretch out from the orb, weaving intricate lines that connected to each of the frozen figures.

The energy flowed like threads, binding each figure to the orb, maintaining their eerie semblance of life.

And then he saw her.

Amid the figures, one stood slightly apart, exuding a presence that set her apart even in her trance-like state. She had dark grey hair that cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting against the pale, flawless skin that seemed to catch the faint glow of the orb. Her beauty was striking, almost unsettling, a kind that held the timeless grace of someone touched by something beyond mortal understanding.

She wore a dress crafted from a luxurious fabric, one that hugged her curvaceous figure with elegance and poise. Her ample curves were accentuated, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly as though suspended in an eternal breath.

Her lips were dry, cracked, yet curled into a faint smile that held an air of mystery.

Her eyes, though devoid of life, retained a trace of what they once were—powerful, perhaps wise, but now vacant.

The strands of life energy seemed to converge at her, pooling beneath her feet, where they sank into the stony floor, seeping into the labyrinth's very foundation.

[There!] Lia's voice echoed in his mind, but Pyris had already spotted the faint trail beneath her feet.

As he strained his dragon-enhanced sight, he could see that the flow of life energy, mixed with what seemed to be remnants of her essence, threaded through the stone, feeding into something deeper within the labyrinth.

A chill settled over Pyris as he observed her more closely. She wasn't just another figure, and it wasn't just life energy binding her. This was different.

Before he could call out to the group, a sudden notification from the system appeared in his mind:

[Ding! Mission Generated!

1. Survive the Mist of Fulfillment!

Rewards: Full control over the Eternal's Seal.

2. Save Nysa from the binds of the Fulfillment Formation. Rewards: Full loyalty of Lady Nysa. Map to the Blood Chalice from Lady Nysa.]

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"Status," Pyris murmured in his mind, honing in on the mysterious woman.

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"Everyone, be careful!" Pyris called out, his voice edged with tension as he kept his eyes on Nysa, scanning for any clue that might explain what bound her here. But his warning came too late.

Seren, already restless, took an unsteady step forward. The stone floor beneath her shifted slightly, and a low, rumbling groan reverberated through the chamber. The walls shuddered, cracks racing across the ground like spiderwebs.

With a deep, resonant hiss, thin jets of mist began to pour out from hidden vents in the walls. The fog coiled around them, thick and cloying, obscuring their vision in a haze of green and gold. The mist felt alive, as if it held a mind of its own, stretching and curling, reaching for each of them. Discover exclusive content at empire

"Oh, brilliant. Just what we needed," Zara muttered, trying to mask her unease. But Pyris could feel it too—this wasn't ordinary mist. There was an intent behind it, something dark and powerful lurking within its depths.

The fog thickened, wrapping around them like tendrils, seeping into their skin and senses.

Pyris could feel it pressing against his mind, warm and insistent, as though it were reaching into his very core.

"Pyris, this mist…" Alera's voice was a strained whisper as she clenched her fists, her eyes darting around as though searching for something tangible in the intangible.

Pyris's mind raced, the weight of the mist pressing deeper, targeting not his thoughts, but something more primal—his desires, his hidden longings.

The mist was alluring, drawing them in with promises whispered in silent thoughts.

The thick, unearthly mist wound around them like a serpent, filling the cavern with a heavy stillness, almost as if time itself had paused. It crept into every corner of their awareness, reaching for their minds and hearts, tempting them to let go and surrender to its strange, seductive power.

Pyris clenched his fists, feeling the mist swirl around him, cool yet oddly comforting, like a gentle whisper coaxing him to rest.

"Stay focused," Pyris growled, though his voice sounded distant, as though muffled by the mist itself. He forced himself to look around, his vision hazy, seeing his companions each fighting to stay grounded.

Zara, ever the calm witch, seemed to be struggling, her usual confidence faltering as her gaze became unfocused, almost dazed. "This… mist…" she muttered, voice barely audible. "It's getting into our heads… feels like it's… lulling us."

Alera, standing closest to him, clenched her jaw, her hands curled into fists as if physically trying to fend off the mist.

Her eyes had that sharp glint of resistance, but even she wavered as the mist pressed further, worming its way past their mental defenses.

Lyra's face was pale, her breathing unsteady as the mist closed around her.

She took a shaky step back, fighting the pull of the fog as it pried at her mind, tempting her with elusive promises that she could almost see, shimmering before her eyes. "We need to find a way out," she whispered, clutching at her head. "This isn't just fog; it's…it's alive. It's invading us, it's creeping deep into me!"