An Extra’s POV - Chapter 615

Chapter 615: A New Peak
Gratiana still remembered how it felt when she was summoned to see The Oracle.

She had just attained her age of maturity and was going to become an Elder. It was an honor to grow into an Elder and finally assume more responsibility within the Elven Community.

She remembered how excited she was for the moment.

After all, more than the honor she would receive from her new name, and the responsibility that she would have to shoulder as an Elder, there was one more experience every Young One had to go through before they were officially recognized as an Elder.

—Meeting The Oracle.

It was The Oracle who gave names; the true nams that an Elder would bear for the rest of their lives. As such, Young Ones would appear within the shrine and be transported to the place where The Oracle resided.

No one really knew where it was.

However, all of those who had received this glorious experience had the same testimony.

“It is beautiful beyond belief!”

From everything Gratiana heard from her fellow sisters—some who had just gotten their True Names a few days before her turn—the experience couldn’t be summed up in words.

Every Elf had to experience it for themselves.

And so, Gratiana faithfully waited for her own experience… until it finally came.

She was instantly transported to the interior of a golden palace; the halls designed so immaculately with architecture that she had never—and would never—lay eyes on.

The hall was brimming with beauty, but all of that was soon forgotten as soon as Gratiana finally took in a deep breath.

For the first time in her entire life, she smelled a certain fragrance that brought her to her knees almost instantly.

Her body shivered in reaction to the scent—both overpoweringly intense and sweet.

No Elf could ever smell this good and so intensely for that matter. If they could, then they had long transcended the highest realm that the Esteemed Elders occupied.

They were on a completely different level.

“My child…” A feminine voice, so sweet and glorious, echoed within Gratiana’s ears and mind as she struggled to maintain her sanity.

She could feel pleasure seeping through all parts of her body the more she breathed, to the point where her senses betrayed her completely.

Her vision grew blurry, and only echoes resounded in her ears. Thankfully, the voice that spoke always resounded within her mind.

“You have arrived here—the Domain of God.”

Gratiana could not make sense of any of the words that were being uttered. She was merely nodding like a fool as drool, tears, and mucus filled her face.

She was in absolute submission to this being who, from the little her blurry eyes could see, was shaped like a woman in a long, flowing attire.

Shimmers of gold and sapphires oozed out of the white, but Gratiana could notmake out the details. She only noticed her long white hair and bright blue eyes before everything became even harder to see.

“Do not fear, my child. You are safe here. You are free. You are loved.”

Gratiana, at that moment, knew exactly what to think and how to do so—through the divine words uttered to her by The Oracle.

“No longer will you bear your common name. Your name will now be Gratiana La Shanagari.”

She nodded in consent at those words.

Her past name was now completely lost in her mind, and she embraced the new one granted to her by the Elder.

“As an Elder, you must always perform your obligations to the community without fault. Protect the Young Ones, mercifully shun all the tainted ones, and purge all the impurities of this world.”

Gratiana could not open her mouth to respond to those words back then, but in her heart, an automatic “Yes” played in reply to every instruction.

Her time with The Oracle was powerful—an unforgettable experience that words could never do justice to.

And, at the climax of their time together, The Oracle held her face and kissed her forehead.

At that moment, orgasmic pleasure shot through her body.

Gratiana could not recollect just how much she shivered and how loudly she screamed. She only knew how good it felt back then… and how that joy overflowed from her like a fountain.

To be touched by the divine… it was pleasure unlike any other.

By the time she regained consciousness, Gratiana found herself within the Shrine—a completely new person from the Young One who stepped in.

She was an Elder in every sense of the word.

After that day, she had never experienced that same feeling. Only Esteemed Elders could see the Oracle after their recognition as Elders, and even then… an audience with them was not guaranteed.

The only chance she had to meet The Oracle again was if she worked hard enough and her efforts were eventually recognized.

Once that happened, she could be recommended to succeed an Esteemed Elder, and if The Oracle approved, she would be taken up to their Domain once more.

Gratiana wanted that more than anything!

In fact, she didn’t know any Elf who didn’t desire to be called to the presence of The Oracle one more time. While many would try to hide it, their major source of motivation for trying so hard to keep the Laws and contribute largely to the Community was to have that honor.

Yes, they believed in the doctrines of Nature, but they also worshipped The Oracle.

They desired to be in their presence once again—to feel that pleasure at least one last time.

Well, Gratiana just felt the same feeling.

She never thought she would be bombarded with such a sensation, but once her body gave in to the familiar—but somewhat different—scent, she could no longer deny it.

Her body gave in to the temptation, and she eventually crumbled under the power.

All the Young Ones who hadn’t experienced it before passed out very quickly, but how was she any different? The moment the source of the overpowering scent drew closer, she could feel herself climaxing.

The moment he touched her, it was too late.

She reached a new, different peak from last time… and she enjoyed every second of it.

As Gratiana passed out, she internally begged for the forgiveness of the one who granted her such pleasure and relief.

‘I… hail… thee…’