Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 228 The Spark!

The entity roared, thrashing about the mindscape, but Pyris only laughed. "Really? Is this your best tantrum? You're going to have to do better than that."

The voice seethed, its rage manifesting as trembling shadows. {You have no right—}

"Blah, blah, blah," Pyris interrupted, yawning in exaggerated boredom. "You're like a bad movie villain who doesn't know when to give up. How about you go scream in a corner for a while? Let the adults talk."

The presence, thoroughly offended, twisted and hissed but seemed unable to touch Pyris.

He smirked, looking down at Alera with a grin. "See? All bark and no bite." He patted her back, letting his tone soften a bit. "Glad you've got the shadows looking out for you, but they can't do all the heavy lifting."

Alera blinked, and her voice came out in a hesitant whisper. "Pyris... I didn't think you'd—"

"Come on, Lovebug, of course I'd be here," he said with a small laugh. "Can't let you hog all the suffering, can I?"

The voice sputtered, outraged. {You insolent—}

"Oh, shut up," Pyris snapped, rolling his eyes. "We're having a moment here. And frankly, you're ruining it."

He tightened his hold on Alera, then looked back at the voice with a mischievous grin. "Now then, ready to leave?"

Alera glanced at him, her gaze wary but a spark of hope flickering in her eyes. "You really think we can get out?"

Pyris shrugged casually. "Please, this little mist is just smoke and mirrors." He turned to the shadows, mocking it.

As he did, the voice seemed enraged, he was struck backwards by a wave of oppressive energy.

The entity—a shadowy, formless presence—wrapped around her, tightening its hold on her, manifesting as dark tendrils wrapped tightly around her very essence.

Pyris felt an immediate barrier, the presence of something deeply embedded, fiercely protective.

"Well, that's charming," he muttered, noting the mist's stubborn grip on her.

Alera's face was tense with concentration, the struggle between her and the mist clear in the lines etched across her brow.

{Intruder...} the mist hissed, baring at Pyris's presence. {This soul belongs to me. You shall not interfere.}

"Oh, scary," Pyris shot back, rolling his eyes. "And for the record, I don't care what you think."

He smirked, giving Alera a quick nod. "Lovebug, I'm not here to take over, just here to remind you who's got control."

Alera's eyes met his with a flicker of determination, her lips parting in a grim smile.

The Living Shadows around her, woven into her very being, pulsed with an energy he hadn't felt in her before—an energy tied to something far deeper, darker. Her connection to death itself.

Pyris knew well, this wasn't a fight he could wage on her behalf. The mist was no ordinary foe, and as an intruder in her mind, he could do little but try to ground her in reality. With the mist thrashing in fury, he simply steadied himself, locking his gaze on her.

"Alera," he said softly. "You know who you are. Nothing here can change that. Not even your past."

The mist's tendrils attempted to wrap around him, too, but as they brushed his form, Pyris realized they had no effect—his presence was incorporeal here. But Alera's spirit was another matter entirely. The mist's darkness coiled around her, pulsing with a life of its own, each strand attempting to feed on her emotions, her doubts, her fears.

Alera's expression hardened after hearing his words"You picked the wrong mind to invade," she whispered, her voice laced with a dark, almost cold confidence.

Her aura flared, Living Shadows intertwining and fortifying around her spirit, driving a wedge between her and the mist.

She wasn't attempting to kill it—after all, something this ancient and undying could hardly be defeated by mere force. Instead, she was doing something far more profound, pressing back with the essence of death itself, driving it out like a forceful exorcism.

The mist shrieked in fury, each tendril dissolving, only to reform moments later, a futile cycle against her unwavering will.

"Get. Out," she commanded, her eyes a deep, obsidian black. She was a god in her mind.

The Living Shadows surged with her power, and with a final push, the mist relinquished its hold, retreating reluctantly from her mind.

As it withdrew, Pyris couldn't help a grin, chuckling as the mindscape returned to calm.

"And here I thought I'd have to face an undead army when I came to save you!" His voice was light but teasing, cutting through the lingering tension.

Alera looked up, catching her breath as she let out a wry chuckle. "Were you?" she said with a smirk. "Let's just say the mist, for some reason, you were lucky."

"Ah, I see,"

Alera quipped, leaning in with a gleam in her eye. "Say, darling, maybe you would've made a better substitute for the mist. I mean, who better to tempt than you?"

Pyris chuckled at her words, shaking her head. "Really, now? You think so too? Hoho~! O behold," he announced dramatically, spreading his arms wide with exaggerated flair, "the King of Illusions himself!"

Alera raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Master of Illusions would be more accurate, don't you think?"

"Master of Illusions," he repeated, stifling a laugh, "has a nice ring to it. Ok, settled, Master of Illusions it is then."

But their journey was far from over. Unbeknownst to Alera, she had ignited a dormant spark within herself, a primal essence that connected her to the cosmic tapestry of existence.

This essence, sealed within her since birth, had begun to crack open, revealing a power she never knew she possessed.

As the mist receded, leaving behind a trail of broken spirits, Alera stood, her eyes ablaze with a newfound intensity.

The girl who once moved through life with ease was now awakening to a power within her that would reshape their fates in unimaginable ways.

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She was more than a mere mistress of Living Shadows; she was a necromancer—wielding an ancient, forbidden magic whose true depths few could fathom. Most who had glimpsed her abilities were of the younger generation, thinking she had simply discovered tricks to control the creatures of darkness.

After all high ranking demons could do this too.

Little did they realize she was tapping into something far older and more profound—a force that would ripple through the very essence of Beginning and End!