Novel & Cerita Harem In The Labrynth Of Another World

She followed her line of sight to see the two men sitting on the trunk of the tree they had uprooted a while ago. Did Vivian start liking hunky men too? Why hadn’t she changed the video yet? “Sweet baby bunnies!” She exclaimed when she finally caught on. The landscape was not like anything found on Earth; instead, it was identical to the landscapes predicted for the Lycan world. “I am not dreaming right, Ru pinch me.” “Ouch!!” Vivian screamed in pain when Ru actually pinched her. “You dumb headed girl! I didn’t ask you to pinch me for real.” Vivian seethed, rubbing her arm.

Isaac asked her out the next week. Mind back at the corridor, I rushed my pace and then quickly turned into the lab area. My destination was just a few feet ahead, I knew because I had already come here a couple of times. Or maybe just one. A nauseous feeling washed over me and suddenly the corridor seemed to narrow and lengthen before my eyes. The door appeared to be more and more distant and smaller, and a sensation of vertigo started to take control over my body. The words that I had just read minutes ago wandering again inside my head. Work together. Great collaboration. Oh, God.

My fingers close around the amulet instinctively, feeling its cold weight. Suddenly, the stone wall parts with a thunderous roar, revealing the monstrosity that lurks ahead. It’s another hidden chamber, but this one is different—from ceiling to floor, it is dominated by a massive glass tank within which swims a mature hydralith. Its gills expand and contract rhythmically as it breathes, its scaly tail swishing through the murky water. The creature’s humanoid arms reach out, grasping at nothing.

The maze seems to respond to our presence, the walls shifting and rearranging themselves to create a clear path forward. As we journey deeper into the labyrinth, we can feel a growing presence, a malevolence that permeates the air. Shadows clung to us, whispering taunts and threats that test our resolve. But Jericho and I remain steadfast, our connection unbreakable. Finally, we reach the heart of the labyrinth, a chamber bathed in an otherworldly light. At its center stands a colossal door adorned with ancient symbols and glyphs. The door pulses with an enchantment, beckoning us to unlock its secrets.

Malleteagan’s POV We are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my wai

The air down there was damp and thick, carrying the scent of mildew and something faintly metallic. The underground chamber was massive, lit by flickering torches and glowing crystals embedded in the walls. Dozens of figures moved through the space—vampires, shifters, and creatures I couldn’t even begin to name. Lyra gestured for me to follow her deeper into the network. “These people,” she said, “they’re like you. Caught between worlds, forced into battles they never asked for.” “Is this some kind of rebellion?” I asked, my voice echoing off the cavern walls.

Keyed for magnetic entry. Camila floated beside her and began hacking the pad with a waterproof data spike. The door slid open with a soft hiss. They breached the island. — Interior – Lucrezia’s Lair Gunmetal walls. AI cameras. Surgical labs. It wasn’t just a fortress. It was a laboratory of horror. Rows of cryo pods. Some filled with children. Others with dismembered parts. Failed subjects. Sera gagged behind her mask. This was worse than the Hong Kong lab.

Inside was a circular chamber, unlike anything Lily had seen. A giant map spanned the domed ceiling—celestial bodies, constellations, phases of the moon. Below it, altars lined the room, each marked with names she barely recognized. And in the center: a pool of silver water, rippling with images that changed as she watched. One moment it showed a burning forest. The next, a silver-haired child screaming at the sky. And then… nothing but black. “What is this place?” she whispered. Alistair approached the pool. “The Selenic Archive. The last memory of our origin. The wolves were not the first. Nor will we be the last.”

I said quietly. Ivy didn’t look at me. “Because you weren’t meant to.” She stepped inside first. The deeper we went, the more unnatural it felt. The walls weren’t lined with wires or technology—they pulsed. Softly. Like veins. Like skin. HALCYON had created miracles. But this? This was necromancy. We passed rooms with locked glass: surgical chairs, vats of fluid, skeletal remains suspended in green light. One room held only a black dress folded neatly on a table with the tag: Nyx. V1.

Lyra admitted, “but it’s a risk we may have to take. We need to understand how the entity anchored itself to this world. The Orb might hold the key.” Their investigation began meticulously. They carefully examined the runes etched into the temple walls, tracing their intricate patterns, searching for clues about the entity’s method of binding itself to the physical world. Lyra’s knowledge of ancient languages and her innate sensitivity to magical energies proved invaluable. She deciphered fragments of cryptic inscriptions, uncovering hints of rituals, sacrifices, and forgotten practices that had allowed the entity to maintain its foothold.