Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 223 Mist Of Fulfilment!

Pyris, summoning his Elemental Sovereign's Aura, focused all his will into creating a shield against the creeping fog, a pulsing barrier that sparked and hissed as the mist tried to penetrate it.

For a moment, he felt a slight reprieve, the haze around him lifting enough to give him a brief glimpse of the chamber ahead.

But just as quickly, the mist thickened, pressing against his shield with an unsettling, relentless force.

"I can hold it off for a while, but it's strong," he muttered. His voice sounded far away, even to himself, his thoughts feeling clouded and sluggish. It was as if his mind was being lulled into a quiet, blissful surrender.

But he forced himself to resist, pulling on every bit of willpower he had.

Just then, dark shapes began to emerge from the depths of the mist, shifting and coalescing into almost tangible forms.

They were nearly human in appearance, yet their features were indistinct, blurred like shadows cast through dense fog.

The figures glided forward, silent yet menacing, their movements precise and calculated.

One by one, they hit the ground before them, landing with deadly accuracy, each blow aimed at the chest with pinpoint force.

Pyris felt the shock as one struck him, the impact like an iron fist driving into his core.

His shield flickered, weakening as the mist seeped through, exploiting the momentary lapse in his defenses. He staggered, gripping his chest as the shadowy figure's touch ignited a deep, inner pain that seemed to pulse through his veins, bringing with it the tempting lull of the mist's influence.

Nearby, Zara had fallen to one knee, struggling against the shadowy figure looming over her.

She gritted her teeth, her fingers curling as if trying to claw her way back to reality.

"Don't… give in! If you do, you're done for." she shouted, but her voice held a note of desperation, her usually strong aura flickering as the mist continued to cloud her mind.

Annoyingly, they couldn't muster energy to attacks the figures, much less killing these abominables made from complete mist.

Alera, too, fought against a figure that had attached itself to her, draining her will to resist as its form pulsed and shifted, embedding thoughts of surrender into her mind. She tried to summon her shadow soldiers, but the mist clouded her focus, dulling her senses, and her shadows flickered erratically, unresponsive to her call.

Lyra's breaths came in ragged gasps, her hands pressed against her temples as the mist wove around her, whispering promises, visions that seemed to tug at her deepest hopes and dreams.

Her resistance waned as she tried to stay focused, but the alluring touch of the mist crept further into her thoughts, clouding her sense of reality.

Pyris fought to stay conscious, his mind slipping between the hazy allure of the mist and his own fading determination.

"Stay together… don't let it in!" he called, though his voice barely carried over the strange, muffling silence that had fallen around them.

But even as he spoke, his resolve weakened, the mist finding cracks in his defenses and burrowing into his mind.

He could feel it, gnawing at his thoughts, chipping away at his sense of self.

The shadowy figures pressed closer, their touch amplifying the seductive pull of the mist, whispering of peace, fulfillment, and contentment beyond anything he'd known.

As they all struggled, their resistance flickered, each of them feeling the weight of the mist pressing down, wearing away at their will, tempting them with visions that played at the edges of their consciousness.

The figures moved closer, intensifying the mist's power, drawing them deeper into its thrall.

And one by one, they felt themselves slipping, inching toward surrender, as the mist whispered promises of their deepest desires.

The mist thickened around Pyris, its tendrils seeping into every corner of his mind, whispering promises in a voice smooth as velvet. He tried to focus, to fight against the draw, but the words were insistent, pushing against his thoughts with tantalizing suggestions that he couldn't ignore.

A warm, almost comforting voice echoed in his head, more compelling than the mist itself.

{Power beyond gods and immortals... freedom from the ruling forces,} the voice cooed, weaving into his mind, each word as intoxicating as the mist that surrounded him.

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Pyris felt his heart pulse at the possibilities, his breath quickening despite himself.

"You're… just mist," he murmured, forcing his focus back, even as his mind began to spiral through visions of power, vast enough to challenge the cosmos itself. His throat tightened as he tried to ignore it, but the voice pressed on, unrelenting.

{Think, Pyris. The power to protect those you love, a harem of beauties, women of all kinds... status and control over everything. Protecting and making the goddess who has blessed you, proud, and uncovering the truth behind Lucy Obsidian...}

The voice continued, weaving each desire with vivid imagery in his mind—flashes of his loved ones, safe under his protection, of wealth, power, respect, and an empire bound to his will.

It felt like it could read his very soul—things he desired? It promised him.

He gritted his teeth, fighting back, but the mist found every crack in his resistance, seeping in with images he hadn't dared to acknowledge.

His mother's face appeared, Emberly's eyes filled with pride and hope, her image laced with unspoken expectations.

Then there was Elsa, her small hand reaching out for him, her bright eyes shining with trust and adoration. His heart clenched, and he could feel the mist feeding off his determination, each promise more vivid, more alluring than the last.

{The God Realm Council,} the voice hissed, smooth and knowing. {They brought your family to the brink once, Pyris, and they will do it again if you prove uncontrollable. Are you going to let them have their way?}

The mist darkened, swirling with memories and fears he had fought to push down.

The faces of his enemies flashed before him—the godly council that had almost destroyed his family, the same council that had whispered about his "dangerous" potential.

"Enough!" Pyris's voice was sharp, but it sounded weak, even to himself, the mist's voice louder and more insistent.

{Look at those women with you. They follow you, but do they know how deeply you've failed them? How you could protect them if you had the power? If you were strong enough, would they be in this labyrinth, fighting alongside you, struggling against creatures that bend the very laws of reality? You haven't even faced a fraction of the labyrinth!}

A surge of guilt rippled through him, and he gripped his fists tighter, feeling his pulse hammering in his ears.

Alera's face appeared, her strength and loyalty unwavering, yet the mist taunted him with the idea that he wasn't enough—that his power, his ambition, his very will to protect those around him was bound by his own limitations.

Then, same picture emerged, vivid in his mind again as it it was a memory he had buried deep.

Elsa. Her bright eyes sparkled, her small, delicate hand reaching up, grasping for him, her face alight with innocent trust.

He felt his heart clench painfully as he thought of his "little sister", waiting back home, trusting in her older brother's strength, the brother who would return to her safe and triumphant.

The voice's whispers grew softer, almost a murmur now, enticing and beguiling, planting doubts with every breath.

{Say, Pyris Obsidian... don't you want to know what happened to the Phoenix race? I know you're curious. Do you even know the secrets they hold—the secrets that would destroy them if the gods knew? And what of a favor your family owes them? I know everything, I'm all-knowing!}

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