Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Signs Of Time: Unknown Connected Souls
Ruvon’s laughter died in her throat. The bubbling joy of finally being here, of finally belonging, vanished, her happiness vanished in an instant. It was subtle at first, like a pressure building in the air, a weight that slowly pressed down on her chest. But soon, it became undeniable. The darkness throughout the academy, once silent and stagnant, began to shift. It writhed, stretched, and swirled in unnatural ways, moving as though it had its own will—an unnatural pulse that sent a chill crawling across her spine.

She froze.

The sudden change was too strong. Too alien. Yet familiar—

Her instincts screamed. Her feet felt like they were cemented to the floor, her body desperate to move, to run, but she couldn’t—she felt trapped by the sensation, rooted in place.

A voice thundered through her mind, clearer and more urgent than it had ever been before.

[No matter what! Stop whatever is about to happen. Save that woman!!!!!] Ruvon’s head snapped back as a ripple of force coursed through her, her mind expanding as her vision shifted.

Her eyes were suddenly everywhere.

Her senses opened as if they could take in the entire world. She could feel every movement, every shadow, every inch of the academy’s vast halls—all of it, all at once.

Her gaze locked on a distant office.

A figure emerged from the shadows, moving with inhuman speed, its silhouette blurred by the darkness itself. She could feel it in the air, a deadly presence coiling in the stillness, a predator’s grace and intent. The figure was headed straight for the woman—Selara Moonveil.

The daggers in its hands glowed, but not with light. They shimmered with something else, something forbidden. It was something wrong—something that shouldn’t exist in the world of light and life.

No.

Not on her watch.

Ruvon didn’t think. She acted.

She unleashed her twin swords, the blades gleaming in the strange light of the academy’s shifting shadows. With a single, swift motion, she slashed through the air—her sword cutting through reality itself.

Space folded in on itself, the distance between her and the office disappearing in an instant. Her body propelled forward, diving into the darkness, rushing toward the woman she was bound to protect.

But just as she neared, something hit her.

BAM!

It was like being struck by a sledgehammer—the sheer force sent her body crashing backwards, her chest constricting as the air was knocked out of her. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t recover. Pain exploded in her chest, and for a moment, the world spun.

The impact came like a star collapsing. A devastating force struck her before she even landed. It was like being hit by a mountain, her ribs cracking, her body folding, her breath vanishing. She crashed through furniture, through the very walls, until she hit the cold ground, the world spinning—

And in that moment—

Before she could even regain her bearings, she heard a soft whisper. It was a sound so fragile, it barely registered, but in that moment, she knew it was the end.

A sound.

A whisper. A whimper.

Then, silence.

The darkness vanished.

And Selara Moonveil lay still.

The life had left the woman.

Selara Moonveil was dead.

Ruvon couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The attack was too strong!

The shadows around her began to retreat, as though even the darkness itself couldn’t bear to witness what had been done.

Ruvon could barely move. The world around her was frozen—her limbs like stone, her body unwilling to respond.The figure—the assassin, the executioner—was already leaving. Their job was done. They slipped through the retreating shadows, escaping into nothingness. It hurt that she was beat, failed to protect and she could only watch as the assassin, the killer, disappeared into the abyss, their work complete.

But then—

He appeared.

Pyris.

The handsome, broken man was there, but he wasn’t alone. A woman—powerful, imposing, and colder than the void itself—stood beside him. Ruvon couldn’t comprehend who she was, only that she was there with Pyris.

Pyris wasn’t looking at the killer.

He was looking at her.

At Moonveil.

At what was left. A shell!

He moved. Ran. Stumbled. Fell. Crawled on his knees before the lifeless body of Selara Moonveil. His hands reached for her, trembling, shaking, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. His lips trembled, but his voice barely broke through.

“Mira… I want him.”

The words barely left his throat, weak and broken. He couldn’t even raise his head, too lost in his own pain to focus on anything else. But the other woman—Mira—disappeared. She was gone, running after the one who had done this.

And Ruvon? She could only watch.

She heard the sobs.

She heard him cry.

It wasn’t just grief—it was a ripping pain, one that went deeper than anything she could comprehend. She could feel it, in the air, in the very foundation of the academy itself, as if the world itself was breaking with him.

His hands touched cold skin.

His body trembled. Shook.

And then—

[Host is corrupted by an Unknown!]

It happened.

The air itself seemed to wail with Pyris’s grief. The Moon, a presence one could never truly understand, joined in. The sound was deafening, a howl of pure desperation. The entire area shuddered, as if it were about to collapse under the weight of their pain—he screamed.

“NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

The Moon screamed with him.

“NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Pyris’s scream was like thunder. The sky above the academy ripped open with a violent fury, the clouds swirling, as if reacting to the agony that tore through him.

“NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Thunder roared. The very world shuddered. Lightning split the sky.

His cries didn’t stop.

It came again. And again.

“NNNOOOOOOO!!”

His voice was raw, each cry more desperate, more broken than the last. It wasn’t just grief anymore. It was something deeper.

Something ancient.

Something from the very depths of his soul.

And then—the power surged.

It wasn’t just magic. It wasn’t just a force of nature.

It was raw creation, like a god of creation and annihilation itself had awakened. Power flooded from him, pure and undiluted, twisting reality itself. The world around him shuddered and bent, like a glass under pressure, warping with every pulse of energy that crashed into it.

Power that was not mortal. Not divine. Not meant for any being to hold.

The ground split. The sky cracked. The world shifted.

Something beyond existence itself stirred.

And then—

RUIN APPEARED.