Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The Moon's light—it fell like judgment. It was not illuminating. It was not kind. It was annihilation. A merciless, all-consuming brilliance that swallowed the world whole, leaving no space for darkness to breathe.

It was not the gentle glow that bathed lovers in silver radiance, nor the guiding light of lost travelers. No, this was something far more absolute. A hunger beyond mortal comprehension. The unquenchable moonlight devoured every shadow, leaving no place for darkness to hide.

No escape. No sanctuary. No mercy. It poured down in a flood of raw celestial power, a force that did not merely burn away the night but erased it from existence. The world below was left stripped bare, purged by the unrelenting judgment of the heavens.

And then—it struck the golden eyes.

BAM!!

The impact was instantaneous, a force so absolute it shattered through reality itself.

The golden gaze recoiled, blinded, seared, devoured by something even it could not comprehend. A presence that should never have been touched. And yet, the light had found it, hunted it, and destroyed it.

Alexa jerked awake. The transition was so violent it sent her whole body into a spasm, her heart slamming against her ribs like a war drum, her breath ragged and uneven.

Her lungs burned as though she had been drowning. The sensation of fire and light still clung to her skin, the remnants of a prophecy that refused to let go. Her hands trembled, her vision blurred, her entire body felt like it had just crawled out of an abyss of nightmares—except this wasn't just a nightmare.

It was something far worse. Something vast. Something inevitable.

Her lips parted, and before she could even grasp the weight of what she had seen, the word tore itself from her throat, over and over, like a curse.

"Apocalypse… Apocalypse… Apocalypse… Apocalypse…"

The vision wouldn't stop. It wouldn't fade. The moment replayed in her mind, over and over, an unending loop of death, destruction, and wailing moons. The sound of something breaking beyond repair. The sound of the world ending.

Her fingers curled into her palms, nails digging so deep into her flesh that blood began to bead against her skin, but she barely noticed.

She didn't understand what she had just witnessed. She didn't know who the woman was, didn't know what had killed her, but something in her soul did. Something ancient, something instinctual, something that knew—if this came to pass, there would be no saving anyone.

She wished to stop this. To stop the death of someone she didn't even know, because if she didn't—the world was going to be annihilated by the moon.

But how? How was she supposed to stop someone she didn't even know from dying?

Her mind was a storm, her thoughts spiraling out of control, colliding with one another in a frenzy of urgency and desperation. She needed more information. Something, anything, that could help. A name, a place, a time.

Time!

Alera and Aurelia sat beside her in the speeding car, their voices reaching for her, trying to pull her out of the daze, but Alexa couldn't hear them. She couldn't answer.

The heat of her own panic was suffocating, her skin clammy, her breathing uneven.

How much time did she have?

She yanked her phone from her pocket with trembling fingers, her vision blurring for a second as she focused on the screen. The date. Today. It was happening today.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

She forced herself to remember—the invitation. The woman in the vision had been holding an invitation.

Obsidian Tech's game launch. She remembered the sigil, the weight of the parchment, the fine gold inlay. The woman had been dressed elegantly, a vision of moonlight incarnate, wrapped in white, her silver hair cascading like a river of silk.

But what time exactly?

Her mind screamed at her to hurry, but she didn't know where to start. Time!

The right time! There had been a clock. A wall clock in the office. But in the vision, she had been too focused on the woman—she hadn't looked at it closely enough.

The limo jerked as Pyris suddenly brought it to a halt. The movement snapped everyone's attention toward Alexa. Alera, Aurelia, and the others in the car were calling her name, concern flickering across their faces. But Alexa couldn't hear them. She was somewhere else.

Still trapped in the vision.

Her hands moved on their own. She grabbed a lipstick, a compact mirror, and a liner from her purse, but that wasn't enough. She needed something bigger. She needed space.

Without hesitation, she tore a strip of fabric from her white dress and pressed it against the backside of the seat in front of her. The others barely had time to react before she started drawing.

Her strokes were feverish, precise, almost inhumanly fast. The shapes emerged instantly—a perfect reconstruction of Selara Moonveil's office.

Every line, every shadow, every detail was as if it had been burned into her memory. The high arched windows, the dark mahogany desk littered with documents, the faint glow of enchanted quills writing on their own, the moon sigils engraved into the silver trimmings of the bookshelf. Everything.

And then—the clock.

Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto the numbers. She had it.

Her heartbeat skipped.

10 seconds!

Her head snapped up, eyes wild.

"Pyris! Pyris, save her! Now!" She shoved the drawing into his hands, her voice shaking with something close to terror.

She didn't know how he was supposed to save someone they didn't even know, but he was her only hope. The only hope the mortal realm had in this moment—because if he failed, the moon would bring annihilation.But she knew—if they didn't act now, there would be nothing left to save.

If what she had seen was true—if the prophecy was real—the moon would not stop. The mortal realm would burn.

Pyris's eyes scanned the drawing once, and he knew. He recognized the office immediately. He didn't need to see the woman's face in the painting. He didn't even need further explanation.

The way Alexa had captured the creeping darkness, gathering thick and hungry in the corner of the room, was enough.

But none of that mattered.

Not when someone's life was on the line.

And not when that someone was Selara Moonveil.

His decision was instant. "Go without me. Make sure Alexa is treated!" His voice was sharp, absolute. Alexa had taken a hit in her vision, and that meant whatever was coming wasn't just a possibility. It was already in motion.