Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The air in the guardian's domain shifted as Pyris and his companions stepped into the arena. Darkness oozed from every corner, the atmosphere so thick it felt as though even the bravest of hearts would falter. Lava-like steam hissed from cracks in the ground, glowing faintly beneath their feet, casting eerie shadows that danced along the obsidian walls. The arena was alive, pulsating with a sinister energy that threatened to crush anyone unworthy.

A deathly silence blanketed the area, broken only by the faint, rhythmic hum of the guardian's energy.

The guardian stirred, its golden eyes snapping open as it regarded Pyris with an unsettling calmness. Slowly, it rose to its feet, gripping the hilt of its sword. It didn't speak but struck its sword into the ground with an effortless strength that made the ground tremble. The earth heaved, and within moments, the terrain reshaped itself.

Walls of jagged black rock shot upwards, enclosing them in a perfect circle. The air grew heavy, oppressive, as if the arena itself had become a spectator to their duel.

Darkness rolled off the guardian like a tide, coalescing into an aura of death so tangible it made the others shudder. Alera's sharp intake of breath broke the silence as she stepped forward, her voice rising in alarm.

"Pyris, be careful! The death mana around it... Don't let it touch you more than five times!"

Her words carried the weight of genuine fear. Pyris glanced back at her, offering a reassuring nod.

Then he turned his attention back to the guardian. Its posture was relaxed, but its presence radiated an ominous calm—like an angel of death awaiting its prey.

Pyris strode forward, his steps steady, madness and battle-hunger glinting in his eyes. His aura flared to life, a vortex of dragon power that surged and crackled with untamed intensity. The air around him seemed to warp under the sheer magnitude of his presence.

There was no hesitation, no hint of fear—only unshakable confidence that made the others falter in their worry.

"Guardian of the Inner Cores," Pyris declared, his voice firm, reverberating through the dark arena. "I invoke a death match."

Pyris's heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He could feel the weight of every decision, every moment, leading to this. The Death Match had begun.

The guardian tilted its head as if to consider the challenge, then remained motionless. For a moment, Pyris wondered if it would respond, but the stillness was broken by a shift in the air around him.

His transformation began with a deafening crack of power as if provoking it. Pink and golden scales erupted along his skin, their shimmer radiant and otherworldly. But there was something new—dark grey streaks intertwined with the other colors, their presence ominous yet mesmerizing. The ground beneath Pyris cracked as his aura intensified, bending reality itself.

The space around him crackled with unstable energy, creating a surreal fluctuation that made the others feel as though they were witnessing the birth of something entirely new.

This was not just one form—it was all three of Pyris's humanoid dragon forms combined. The Lust Dragon's alluring charisma, the Golden Dragon's unmatched brilliance and golden creation energy, and the Elemental Dragon's raw, primal power merged into an unprecedented form.

Zara, Seren, and Lyra could only stare, their hearts pounding in awe and disbelief. Zara, who had seen one of Pyris's dragon form before, felt her breath hitch. This one... This one was entirely different.

It wasn't just power—it was sovereignty, the epitome of draconic might.

A dragon with several heritages!

Seren and Lyra were rooted to their spots. Both had heard of humanoid dragon forms, but this surpassed even the wildest legends. Lyra's thoughts churned with emotions she couldn't name. Dragons capable of humanoid forms were rare—royalty among their kind. Yet here stood Pyris, transcending all expectations.

Only royal and dragons with rare and powerful Bloodlines could assume humanoid forms the rest could only turn into full dragons unlike the earlier groups which had three forms.

Did this mean Petne as they knew him as, was a royalty or a high noble? And his humanoid forms was unique.

Nysa's reaction was quieter but no less profound. Her gaze softened with an understanding born of the bond she shared with Pyris. Their fates were entangled, defiant against the dictates of destiny itself. She alone could feel the undercurrents of his power, the ripple of rebellion in his soul.

Then it happened—an eruption of energy so potent that the ground beneath Pyris scorched black. The weight of his fully unleashed Elemental Sovereign's Aura descended upon the arena. The air stilled, time seemed to pause, and then—everything bent to his will. Steam swirled as if obeying him, the lava beneath their feet dimmed, and the oppressive darkness receded slightly.

Elemental Domination, Aura of Submission, Elemental Dragon Form, Absorption, Elemental Domain, and Aura of Vitality—abilities that marked him as a true sovereign of the elements.

Alera's eyes widened as realization struck her. This was why Pyris wasn't worried about the guardian's death mana. With the full Elemental Sovereign's Aura, elemental attacks of the same rank, even those two ranks above, would fail to harm him. He could absorb attacks, turning them into devastating counterattacks.

The only true threat was the guardian's divine mana and its unmatched physical strength.

But Alera wasn't the only one concerned. Zara, Lyra, and Seren exchanged anxious glances. Despite Pyris's overwhelming display of power, they couldn't ignore the aura of the guardian. It was a force of nature, a being designed to kill.

Lyra stepped forward, determination flashing in her eyes. "This isn't worth it. We don't need the core. Pyris's life—"

Zara stopped her with a firm grip. "Do not underestimate him. Pyris has chosen this path, and we will honor it."

Lyra hesitated, but Nysa stepped closer, her voice calm yet resolute. "He knows what he's doing. Believe in him."

Pyris turned to them, offering a lopsided smile that radiated confidence. It was disarming, almost playful. Lyra's heart clenched unexpectedly. He was risking everything for her goal. Her lips trembled as an unfamiliar feeling took root—a forbidden emotion she didn't dare name. Alera noticed the flicker in Lyra's expression and smirked faintly. Pyris, ever the unintentional heart thief. Enjoy exclusive adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

Little did she know, Pyris wasn't doing this for her at all, Alera smiled at how Pyris had captivated Lyra without even trying.

The guardian stepped forward, its aura sharpening into a blade of death. It acknowledged Pyris's challenge with a nod, gripping its sword with both hands. The blade glowed faintly, the divine mana within it stirring.

Pyris responded in kind, drawing his sword. The blade gleamed black, its edges razor-sharp. The atmosphere grew heavier, the tension unbearable.

The women watched as Pyris and the guardian locked eyes. The weight of their presence sent tremors through the arena. Neither moved, the calm before the storm dragging on for what felt like an eternity.

"Mortal, do you challenge me to a Death Match?"

Pyris raised his chin, his golden gaze settling on the guardian but didn't say anything immediately for some time before opening his mouth, his expression unyielding. "I do." And hell broke loose.

The Guardian tilted its head, as if amused. "Very well. Prepare yourself… for death awaits."

And then, without warning, both fighters surged forward. The ground quaked, the air splitting under the sheer force of their combined power. The arena trembled as the battle began—but their clash would come in the next heartbeat, the promise of devastation hanging in the air like a loaded gun.

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