The Veridia Royal Palace, once a masterpiece of crystal architecture, now looked like the scorched skeleton of a monster. Its sharp tower peaks were broken, and its semi-transparent walls were now cracked and blackened, stained by dark energy. Artur, Aurora, and the ten best remaining Knights of Light crept through the ruins of the shattered palace gardens. They moved like shadows, their every step muffled by a simple silencing spell Artur had taught them. "The main gate is guarded by two dark golems," Aurora whispered, pointing toward two giant obsidian statues standing silently in front of the main entrance. Their empty eyes glowed with malevolent purple fire. "They are immune to physical and light attacks." "Then we won't go through the main gate," Artur countered. He looked up, pointing to a ruined balcony on the third floor. "We'll enter from there." Before anyone could ask how, Artur placed his

"Take me somewhere private," Aurora commanded, her voice no longer trembling with sorrow, but with cold, frozen resolve. "No one must see or hear." Artur nodded. He looked at the knights who were staring at them in confusion. "All of you, guard the bunker entrance. Don't let anyone in. Understood?" The knights, though confused, obeyed the aura of command that had suddenly returned to Artur, stronger than before. Artur guided Aurora to a small, empty storage room at the back of the bunker. The door was made of thick metal. As soon as they entered, Artur sealed it with a touch of godly energy, creating total silence. The only light came from the faint glow of Aurora's silver armor. The room was cold and smelled of dust. There was no bed, no luxury. Only the hard concrete floor. The atmosphere was completely unromantic. This was not Ling Ling's sensual pavilion or Amel's loving chamber. This was a trans

WHOOSH. With a sensation like being pulled through a cosmic needle eye, the seven warriors vanished from the bunker and reappeared on the roof of the west watchtower. Several knights stumbled and nearly fell from dizziness, but Aurora, whose body now resonated with Artur's godly power, landed firmly, her light sword already drawn. "Report," Artur hissed, his eyes instantly scanning the surroundings. "Roof clear," Aurora replied. "No aerial patrols. According to your plan, Commander." Too clean. Artur felt a bad premonition. No resistance at all. It felt wrong. ["Artur, it's a trap," Ling Ling's voice sounded urgent in his mind. ["I've processed the pattern. The lack of guards at vital points like this is a strategic anomaly. She deliberately let you in."] *I know,* Artur replied mentally. *But we are too far in to retreat. The only way ou

The aroma of the cosmic pheromone was so thick inside the magic cage that the air felt heavy and intoxicating. Hecate was still kneeling, her body trembling violently in the struggle between her proud Demon General's will and her completely hijacked biological instincts. Every breath felt like inhaling pure aphrodisiac that burned her lungs and sent waves of heat throughout her body. "I... will... kill you..." she hissed, but the words no longer carried a threat. Her voice was hoarse and full of unbearable desire, every syllable sounding like a whimper. Artur, whose consciousness was now dominated by the cold system protocol, rose slowly. The pain in his body had been suppressed, replaced by a wave of primal Yang energy demanding release. He no longer saw Hecate as an enemy to be destroyed. He saw her as a target to be conquered. Outside the magic formation, Aurora, who had just recovered from Hecate's kick, struggled to

WHOOSH. Artur reappeared in the silence of the Neutral Universe. This time, his transition was smooth and effortless. He no longer felt nauseous. He simply stepped out of one reality and into another as if passing through a doorway. He was not alone. Two female figures appeared beside him. Aurora, still enveloped in her divine white flame, looked around with awe and wariness. On the other side, Hecate appeared with a controlled dark aura, her face expressionless as she scanned the endless void. Before them, the six other Companion Goddesses were already waiting. An awkward and tense silence immediately descended. Amel was the first to react. Her rose-gold eyes narrowed when she saw Hecate, the Demon General who had almost gotten her beloved killed. "Her," Amel hissed, her light whip appearing in her hand by reflex. "What is she doing here