Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Days passed, and Alera's training continued. Pyris was relentless but fair, pushing her to confront her shadows, to learn the nuances of her magic. The fear that had once ruled her began to fade, replaced by a growing confidence. Her shadows, once wild and untamed, started to respond to her will more clearly.

Pyris continued to instruct her, showing her how to channel her emotions without letting them control her.

After one particularly exhausting session, Pyris led Alera back into the mansion, where a tall, elegant figure was waiting for them in the entrance hall. She had long dark hair and striking golden eyes—the same as Pyris. Her presence radiated grace and power.

"Alera," Pyris said, his tone softer than usual. "This is my sister, Aurelia."

Alera looked up, her eyes widening. She had heard of Aurelia Obsidian—one of the ladies of House Obsidian.

Aurelia smiled warmly, her gaze studying Alera with interest. "So, this is the girl you've taken under your wing," she said, her voice like velvet. "I must admit, she has potential."

Alera bowed awkwardly, still unsure of how to behave in such company. "It's an honor to meet you, Lady Aurelia."

Aurelia waved her hand dismissively. "Please, no formalities. Anyone my brother trusts is welcome here." She looked back at Pyris, a knowing smile on her lips. "You've chosen well, Pyris. But I assume you have more planned for her than just training here."

Pyris nodded. "She needs more than what I can teach her alone. The academy will provide her with resources and experience that she won't find anywhere else."

Alera blinked in surprise. "The academy? But… isn't that for…?"

"The best?" Aurelia finished for her, laughing softly. "Yes. And you will be among them. You've earned this, Alera."

Pyris crossed his arms, his expression serious. "I'm sending you to the academy not just to learn, but to grow beyond what you think is possible. You'll be among powerful awakeneds, but I'll be there to guide you when you need it."

Alera looked between them, her heart pounding. The academy was a place for the elite—mages who would go on to become some of the most powerful figures in the realm. She had never imagined she would set foot in such a place.

"You believe in me that much?" Alera asked, her voice soft.

Pyris met her gaze, his expression unwavering. _"You've proven yourself already.

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More days that followed before she joined the academy, Pyris began training Alera more, not just in mastering her shadow magic but also in teaching her discipline and control.

Her shadows, once chaotic and wild, began to move with purpose under her command. The whispers in her mind grew quieter, and for the first time in years, Alera felt like she could control her destiny.

"You saved me," Alera said one evening as they sparred in the forest. Her voice was soft but filled with gratitude. "I don't know why… but thank you."

Pyris, catching his breath from their fight, looked at her. "I didn't save you just to be kind. You're strong, Alera. Stronger than you know. With the right training, you'll be more than just an outcast. You'll be someone people fear."

Alera's dark eyes met his, and for the first time, there was no fear in them. Only determination.

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"Your shadows reflect your state of mind," Pyris had said Alera stood across from him, her shadows flickering wildly around her. "You can't let them dominate you. They're an extension of your will, not the other way around."

Alera clenched her fists, breathing deeply. The shadows danced at her feet, restless and chaotic. They whispered dark things to her, threatening to take control if she faltered. But Pyris's presence was grounding, a steady force that kept her from giving in.

She tried again, focusing on calming her mind. The shadows slowed, swirling around her in a controlled, deliberate motion. For the first time, she felt like they were responding to her commands—not just acting on impulse.

Pyris watched her closely, nodding in approval. "Better. But you're still hesitating. What's holding you back?"

Alera hesitated, looking down at her hands. "I'm afraid of what I'll do if I lose control," she admitted. "The shadows… they feel too strong sometimes. Like they could consume me."

Pyris approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Fear is natural, Alera. But if you keep running from it, you'll never move forward. Control doesn't come from suppressing what you're afraid of. It comes from embracing it."

Alera looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with uncertainty. But there was also a glimmer of hope. She had come so far already, and Pyris believed in her—even when she doubted herself.

"You're stronger than you think," Pyris said, his tone firm. "The academy will be the next step in your journey, but before that, we need to test you."

Alera's brow furrowed. "Test me?"

Pyris smiled slightly, though there was a seriousness in his gaze. "I'm taking you to Blackscale Grove. It's not just about surviving—it's about pushing your limits. You'll face real danger there, and it's the only way you'll learn to control your shadows under pressure."

Alera's heart skipped a beat. The thought of going there made her stomach churn with anxiety, but at the same time, there was a flicker of excitement. This was her chance to prove herself.

Aurelia, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, stepped forward. "Blackscale Grove is no small test," she said, her golden eyes fixed on Alera. "But if Pyris thinks you're ready, I trust his judgment. Just know that the shadows there will be far more chaotic than what you've dealt with here. Be prepared for that."

Alera nodded, her determination slowly building. "I'll be ready."

Pyris crossed his arms, his expression serious. "We leave tomorrow. Three days in the Grove. Don't take this lightly, Alera."

The weight of his words settled on her, but Alera stood tall. "I understand."

Aurelia smiled faintly, her gaze shifting to Pyris. "You've chosen well, brother. Let's hope she proves herself."

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The next morning, Alera and Pyris stood at the edge of Blackscale Grove, the ancient forest looming before them. The air was thick with malevolent energy, the trees twisted and dark, their branches reaching out like claws. The place felt alive—hungry.

"Three days," Pyris said, his voice steady. "We'll train, fight, and survive for three days. No returning until we've made progress."

Alera nodded, her face set in determination. The shadows within her stirred, reacting to the Grove's energy. This was it—the real test she had been preparing for.