Chapter 293: Library of pleasure

A sharp cry pierced the air, startling Zafron from his thoughts. He whirled around to see Calista rushing toward them, her usual composed demeanor shattered by panic."Something's wrong with Lady Aphrodite!" She grabbed Zafron's arm, pulling him toward the temple's inner chambers. "She just... awakened and collapsed!"

Thera and Aurelia were already moving, their steps quick and purposeful. As they hurried through the marble halls, Zafron couldn't help but notice how the very walls seemed to pulse with an unsettling energy. The temple's usual warm, rose-tinted light had dimmed to a sickly gray.

They found Aphrodite sprawled across her chaise lounge, one arm dangling limply over the side. Her skin, normally radiant with divine light, had taken on an ashen pallor. The sight of the goddess of love and beauty in such a state sent a chill down Zafron's spine.

"This happened right after Eros left," Calista explained, wringing her hands. "One moment she was fine, the next..."

Aurelia knelt beside the goddess, reaching for her wrist. "Her pulse... it's erratic. Like nothing I've ever—" She stopped, frowning. "Though how I even know what a divine pulse should feel like is beyond me."

"None of us question our knowledge anymore," Thera muttered, moving to Aphrodite's other side. "We just... know things. Sometimes."

Zafron hung back, watching the three women tend to their creator—or at least, the being he assumed had created them. The whole situation felt wrong, like a painting slowly being stripped of its colors. "Could it be connected to what Eros said? About the souls missing from limbo?"

Before anyone could answer, Aphrodite's eyes flew open. They were clouded, unfocused, but her hand shot out with surprising strength, grabbing Zafron's wrist. "The balance," she wheezed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's slipping. The anchor... need the anchor..."

"What anchor?" Zafron asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the goddess's painfully tight grip. "Lady Aphrodite, what do you mean?"

Her eyes rolled back, but her grip remained firm. "My chambers... the answers... in the..." She coughed, and for a moment, her skin seemed to ripple like disturbed water. "Trust... the signs..."

Then her hand went limp, falling away from Zafron's wrist. Her breathing steadied, but her skin continued to pale, taking on an almost translucent quality.

"Well," Thera broke the tense silence, "I suppose we're heading to her private chambers?"

"We can't just leave her like this," Calista protested.

Aurelia stood, brushing off her robes. "We won't. I'll stay with her. You three go."

Zafron raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Someone needs to monitor her condition," Aurelia said firmly. "Besides, three is a more balanced number for an investigation. More eyes, but not so many that we'll trip over each other."

They left her chambers and made their way deeper into the temple, following corridors that seemed to shift and change with each step. Zafron had thought he knew the layout by now, but everything felt different—more maze-like, more alive.

"Here," Thera announced, stopping before a set of ornate double doors. Golden roses were carved into the wood, their thorny vines creating intricate patterns that seemed to move in the flickering light.

The chambers beyond were exactly what one might expect from the goddess of love and beauty—if that goddess had a serious hoarding problem. Every surface was covered with artifacts, scrolls, and various objects that radiated divine energy. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, packed with books and mysterious vessels. A massive bed dominated one corner, draped in silks that shimmered with colors Zafron had never seen before.

"Start looking," he said, moving toward one of the shelves. "For... well, anything that might help."

As they spread out to search, Zafron found himself drawn to a particular section of books. The titles made his ears burn: "1001 Nights of Divine Passion," "The Mortal's Guide to Immortal Pleasure," "Positions of Power: A Goddess's Handbook."

"Focus," he muttered to himself, though his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached for a particularly intriguing volume.

"Finding something interesting?" Thera's amused voice made him jump. She peered at the book in his hands, her eyes widening. "Oh my. That's... quite detailed."

Zafron slammed the book shut, his face burning. "I was just... being thorough in my search."

"Mhmm." Thera's knowing smirk made him want to sink into the floor. "I'm sure that illustrated guide to 'Pleasuring a Phoenix' is vital to our current situation."

"If you two are done exploring the more... colorful aspects of Lady Aphrodite's library," Calista called from across the room, "I might have found something."

She stood before a small writing desk, holding a leather-bound journal. Its pages gave off a faint, pulsing light. "Listen to this: 'The anchor holds the balance. Without it, the boundaries blur, and the souls lose their way. Only Aether's Tear can restore what was lost.'"

"Aether's Tear?" Zafron moved closer, forgetting his embarrassment. "What is that?"

Calista flipped through more pages. "It seems to be... a flower? No, an herb. It grows in places where the veil between life and death is thinnest." She continued reading, her expression growing more concerned. "According to this, it's incredibly rare. The last known bloom was found centuries ago, near something called the Twilight Gardens."

"Of course it was," Thera sighed. "It couldn't just grow in the temple courtyard, could it?"

A sudden crash from the main chamber had them all running back to Aphrodite. They found Aurelia backing away from the goddess's form, which was now hovering several inches above the chaise lounge.

"She just... started floating," Aurelia explained, her voice shaking. "And look at her skin!"

Aphrodite's already pale complexion had become almost transparent. They could see the outline of her bones, like a living x-ray.

"We need to find that herb," Zafron said, his voice firm despite the fear churning in his gut. "The Twilight Gardens—where are they?"

"South," Thera answered immediately, then blinked in surprise at her own certainty. "I... I just know. But it's far, and the path there..." She shuddered. "It won't be easy."

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