Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 246 Beginning of the Labyrinth: The Trial of Unity

The group stepped cautiously into the labyrinth's first layer's central parts.

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The air changed the moment they crossed the threshold—heavier, colder, and filled with an electric tension that made their skin prickle. This wasn't just another part of the labyrinth; it felt alive, aware of their presence.

The walls around them shimmered faintly, shifting and twisting as if watching their every move. A strange humming sound echoed through the corridors, neither natural nor mechanical, but something far more unsettling.

The path ahead forked into multiple directions, each one darker and more foreboding than the last.

"This place…" Lyra began, her voice trembling slightly. "It feels… more wrong than the previous."

"It doth reek of treachery," Nysa replied, her ancient tone calm, yet her eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. "Beware, for the labyrinth's true nature lies here. It seeks not merely to test thee but to break thee. These are the inner parts of the Labyrinth's first layer."

Pyris observed the environment with narrowed eyes. "If this is where it truly begins, we need to stay sharp. Everyone, stay close and—"

Before he could finish, the ground beneath them shimmered. A brilliant burst of light enveloped the group, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

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Seren found herself standing alone in an open, desolate expanse.

The sky above her was a swirling vortex of red and black, lightning crackling across the clouds. The ground was cracked and dry, littered with bones.

Before her loomed a monstrous creature, its form grotesque and menacing. It stood over ten feet tall, its skin covered in jagged, obsidian scales.

Blood-red eyes glowed with malice as it let out an earth-shaking roar.

"A Rank 18? Here?" Seren's grip tightened on her war hammer. But as she observed it, she found something "But it's too weak for a Rank 18! How's it possible, it's a early Rank 17? Fine. You want a fight? You've got one!"

The creature charged, and Seren met its attack with ferocious determination. The clang of her hammer against its claws echoed through the void as they clashed. Each strike sent shockwaves rippling through the air, but the monster was relentless.

It forced her back, its blows growing more calculated as if it was learning her movements.

"Not bad," she growled through gritted teeth. Blood dripped from a gash on her arm, but she pressed on. "But... Come eat my hammer!"

With a powerful swing, she slammed her hammer into the creature's side, sending it sprawling. She advanced, ready to deliver the final blow when something stopped her—a cough, faint but unmistakable.

She froze, her hammer mid-swing. The monster was gone, replaced by Pyris, kneeling on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth. His usually vibrant eyes were dull, filled with pain.

"Pyris?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "What… what's going on?"

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Alera on the other hand, found herself in a dark forest, the trees towering and twisted, their branches reaching out like claws. Shadows danced around her, and an oppressive silence filled the air.

She summoned her Living Shadows to wrap around her body, enhancing her speed and strength.

Her opponent emerged from the darkness—a spectral figure wielding a wickedly sharp scythe. Its movements were erratic, unpredictable, as if it were a shadow given form.

"You won't get me," Alera said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her.

She darted forward, her shadows striking with precision, but the figure countered each attack effortlessly. The fight was a deadly dance, neither side gaining the upper hand.

Sweat dripped down Alera's brow as she summoned more shadows, weaving them into a devastating attack. With a roar, she unleashed it, the force of her power tearing through the figure. It stumbled back, weakened.

"Strange, for a Rank 18, you don't have any power and you don't seem to be holding back? Whatever..."

"Time to end this," she said, raising her hand to strike. But as the figure crumbled, its form shifted, morphing into someone familiar.

"Nysa?" Alera's voice wavered. Lady Nysa knelt before her, her radiant form dimmed and battered. Blood streaked her face, and her once proud eyes were filled with pain.

"Ungrateful Mortal" Nysa spat.

"What have I done?" Alera whispered, her hands trembling as her Living Shadows retracted.

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Lyra stood on a narrow bridge suspended over an endless abyss.

The air around her was charged with energy, each step sending sparks flying. Before her was a towering knight clad in obsidian armor, its blade crackling with electricity and it strangely had a witch staff suspended in the air near it.

"I've got this," she muttered not caring about the strange combination of a knight and a witch staff.

Her blades glowing with her light element. She leapt forward, her strikes swift and precise, but the knight was a formidable yet it was only defending.

Each clash of their weapons sent jolts of energy through her body, numbing her limbs.

The fight dragged on, the knight pushing her to the edge of the bridge. With a burst of strength, Lyra unleashed a flurry of strikes, shattering the knight's sword and forcing it to its knees.

"Stay down," she warned, raising her blade for the final blow. But as she also prepared to strike, the knight's helmet fell away, revealing Zara's face beneath.

"No," Lyra gasped, stepping back in horror. Zara's normally confident expression was replaced with one of anguish, her body trembling as if on the verge of collapse.

"You fucker," she cussed weakly, "why did we even allow you to follow us?"

"What… what's happening?" Lyra whispered, her weapon falling from her hands.

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The place suddenly shattered like glass, and the group found themselves back together in a circular chamber.

Seren was kneeling beside Pyris, her war hammer discarded as she cradled him in her arms.

Alera was on her knees, her hands hovering over Nysa as if afraid to touch her. Lyra stood frozen, her face pale as she stared at Zara.

"What just happened?" Seren's voice was filled with panic as Pyris stirred, coughing weakly.

"You…" Pyris groaned, his voice barely audible. "You… hit me with your hammer… I was trying to talk to you but you didn't seem to listen..."

Seren's eyes widened in horror. "No! I didn't… I thought… I'm so sorry!"

Alera glanced around, her heart sinking as she saw the others. "We weren't separated," she realized aloud. "We were all here the whole time. It was an illusion. It made them look like enemies and... They seemed to be in a weakened state all along!"

Lyra dropped to her knees, her eyes filled with tears. "I… I almost killed you, Zara. I'm so sorry."

Zara, unfazed, brushed herself off and muttered, "Well, at least you didn't. Next time, aim for someone else."

Nysa, still calm, observed the scene. "The trial sought to test thy unity. Illusions were thy foes, and thou hast triumphed, albeit narrowly."

Pyris stood, though his legs wobbled slightly. "This labyrinth… really hates us." Seren frowned, this isn't something Pyris would say, any maybe because he was injured that he was blaming the labyrinth?

"Is this supposed to be the safer path, Lady Nysa?" Seren snapped, her frustration boiling over.

"Indeed," Nysa replied, her tone unbothered. "Thou art still alive, art thou not?"

The group groaned collectively as they gathered themselves, preparing for whatever lay ahead.

"EVERYONE BE CAREFUL!!" Pyris's voice boomed, echoing through the other side of the chamber.

Another Pyris's who had just shouted, came from a different direction, accompanied by Zara and Nysa. The young girls turned sharply, confusion clouding their faces as they saw an identical trio standing just a few feet away.

"What the—" Seren stammered, her weapon trembling in her grip.

"WTF!" Lyra exclaimed, eyes wide. "Am I seeing double?!"