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In his eyes, what was happening before him now was a scene straight from his imagination. Before him stood the ferocious minotaur he was facing earlier now covered in many wounds from head to toe and was bound by both spider thread and wires. It was still rampaging about, trying to break free from its bindings, only to fail miserably and cause his bindings to tighten. As this was going on, that half-meter spider was sitting on its back, sinking its fangs into the minotaur's neck, causing it to scream out in agony. As for the spider's master, he was now approaching the mage, which caused the mage to take a step back in turn.

The first time I walked through the halls wearing the cloak, the nobles stared. They had always stared, of course. Their golden eyes had followed me from the moment I arrived at this frozen castle, watching and waiting and whispering about the human whore who had somehow caught the king's attention. But this time was different. This time, their stares were not just curious or cruel. They were hungry.

I never wanted to see it again. Mama cackled low. “Hush now, bébé. Don’ crack my walls.” The King didn’t glance back. He held Maria as if she was made of porcelain, scared she might break. Her head lolled. Her hand twitched, then curled. First life I’d seen in her since she ordered me to stay. “You’ve chained a King to a corpse with filth and thread,” the female mage said, disgust plain.

I stood behind Jonathan, smiling as the light in his eyes vanished in an instant. A malevolent mage lived within the Crystal Temple. That was what my deity told me on the day that I was transmigrated. The mage would devour endless faith and wealth, transmuting them into phony "Divine Power" that it could use. With this fake "Divine Power," it could grant people's prayers. But, of course, it never granted ordinary wishes for luck or safety. It only helped fulfill their deepest obsessions, and only if that obsession was absolutely sincere.

“Where to, my Lord?” Isis smiled smugly. “To the mall.” Santi gave Isis a dirty look. “You’re annoying.” Isis just smiled. “Thank you so much for the compliment, Marquess.” Santi clicked his tongue and mumbled. “I can’t believe I was scared of this weirdo.” Isis’ face suddenly got serious, all emotion was gone, and his stare and voice were cold. “You should be scared, Marquess. After all, you know I can destroy you no matter what your rank is.”

"You drugged me. Kidnapped me off the street. Brought me to god knows where. And now you're telling me we're engaged?" Rodrigo stood slowly, smoothing his suit jacket like they were having a perfectly normal conversation. "Technically, I had my men kidnap you. I was supervising from a distance." "Oh, well that makes it so much better!" Elena's voice rose. "You've got to be kidding me with this. This is medieval. Barbaric. Illegal in every possible way." "Is it?" He moved around the bed, stalking toward her with that same predatory grace. "Your father signed contracts. Made agreements. In our world, those agreements are binding."

Emma's POV As we stepped into the mage's house, I was immediately enveloped in a thick, acrid smell of black dust. Steam wafted from various tubes and contraptions scattered around the room, creating an eerie atmosphere. Gabe's grip on my hand tightened, his overprotective nature surfacing once again. I wanted to roll my eyes, but the mage's presence commanded my attention. "Welcome to my territory," the mage said, her words dripping with a lovely, exotic accent. Each syllable was enunciated with precision, making her speech sound almost musical. "What can I do for you?"

In the most extravagant region of Vermont City, Ezeus was staying at a lavish quarter in the castle that used to be the dwelling place of nobility until the crusaders came along and ruined their livelihood with their nationwide witch hunt. “Bring her to me.” With only 2 guards stationed outside his chamber, Ezeus summoned the Supreme Magus to his quarters and told the guards to close the door. “What’s this now? We’re all alone.” With her arms still tightly bound, Mariana slowly make her way over to the window where Ezeus was staring out. After she joined him by the window, she asked him a question that was meant to be threatening, “Aren’t you afraid that I might strike you down with my power

The air inside the central chamber of the obsidian fortress was thick with choked ash and the putrid stench of decaying void magic. Tendrils of pitch-black energy whipped violently from the grand altar, where the Cult leaders chanted their final, apocalyptic incantations. The barrier between worlds was tearing open, spiderwebbing the air with jagged, violet cracks. "It’s too late, mortal insects!" Grand Magus Malakar roared, his eyes entirely swallowed by black pools of void energy. "The ritual is near completion! The devouring dark will consume this wretched realm, and we shall rule over its ashes!"