Chapter 610 Orion vs The Goddess of Lust (1)

Chapter 610 Orion vs The Goddess of Lust (1)

The Lich's eye sockets glowed with an unholy radiance, twin orbs of spectral malevolence that pierced through the darkness. The shackles, adorned with the lingering essences of the fallen, constrained the Lich's spectral form, a testament to the cosmic forces that held him captive in this surreal dimension.

The once-imposing visage of the Lich had eroded into a state of profound decay. His skeletal features were etched with the passage of time, a grotesque caricature of the immortal being he had once been. Wisps of necrotic energy clung to his form, manifesting as an ethereal shroud that whispered of his formidable past.

As the Lich stood shackled, the stench of death and decay emanated from his wretched form. The spectral chains, woven from the remnants of fallen soldiers, bound him to the collective essence of the battlefield. The Lich's weakened and rotting appearance bore witness to the toll exacted by the ceaseless passage of cosmic time.

The ethereal shackles groaned with the weight of the fallen, each corpse contributing to the spectral bonds that restrained the Lich. His weakened and rotting form seemed a macabre fusion of the undead and the forgotten, a grotesque tableau of mortality's inevitable embrace even for beings of immense power. As he faced Orion in this surreal dimension, the Lich stood as a poignant reminder of the transience that awaited even the most immortal of entities.

"Do you want to have the honor of slaying this disgusting thing?" Orion smiled, and still, the goddess of lust couldn't help but twitch her eye with a rattling amount of nerves.

"Hey, kid... why are you blocking out your thoughts?"

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"[Throne World..." Orion's eyes widened and his grin shot into a sadistic smile. His hands came up, crossing against each other, creating somewhat of an inverted cross before the goddess of lust reacted instinctively. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

"[Gate of Hell..." She muttered, a searing purple glow shining brightly from the center of her right palm.

In the realm of Throne Worlds, the concept revolves around the notion that the manifestation within the status and system, connected to the body, is a mere hollow shell compared to the vastness of one's imagination. The Throne World represents a deeply personal and unique dimension that is shaped and molded by the individual's thoughts, desires, and creativity.

The Kingdom's inhabitants, embodiments of Orion's ideals, move with a synchronized disharmony, reflecting the challenge of juggling diverse roles and aspirations. They exist as living echoes of his attempts to be everything he envisions, yet their movements subtly convey the inherent tension and delicate balance required to navigate the complexities of a fractured existence.

Orion took a sharp breath.

"... Ακρ?πολη του πολ?μου]."

Translation: Citadel of War. A realm forged in the crucible of conflict and steeped in the essence of battle. A sprawling citadel, its towering obsidian walls rise majestically, adorned with ominous symbols that resonate with the energies of war and blood. The air is heavy with the scent of iron and the echoes of distant clashes.

Within the citadel, expansive war-torn landscapes stretch as far as the eye can see. Fields of muddy ground, battered by ceaseless rain, serve as a haunting reminder of the countless battles fought within the realm. The skies above are perpetually shrouded in storm clouds, unleashing torrents of rain that seem to wash away the sins of war.

The god marks on Orion's face manifest as intricate, luminescent patterns that stretch out from under his eyes, forming an ethereal tapestry across his visage. These divine symbols glow with an otherworldly radiance, pulsating with the celestial energies that course through his being. The patterns, a manifestation of his elevated status and connection to the divine weave an enigmatic story of power and destiny.

As the god marks unfold, a surreal transformation occurs. The skin splits open along the lines of the intricate patterns, revealing a golden glow emanating from within. The moment is both beautiful and awe-inspiring as if the very essence of Orion's divine potential is being laid bare for the world to witness.

From the opened seams of his skin, golden blood emerges, shimmering with an ethereal brilliance. This divine ichor, unlike any mortal fluid, carries with it the essence of celestial power and untapped potential. Each drop seems to contain a fragment of the cosmic forces that bind Orion to his elevated role, radiating a sublime energy that hints at the vast depths of his divine nature.

The golden blood flows gracefully down his face, tracing the contours of the god marks, and drips onto the ground below. Wherever it touches, the ground seems to absorb the celestial essence, and a faint, ephemeral glow lingers in its wake.

At that moment, a smile echoed from the heavens. Deep in the room containing the thrones of the twelve Olympians was a man soaked in blood staring at his own son who had finally realized his full potential.

And well, it wasn't just him as the remaining twelve Olympians stared down in horror as the one thing they needed to take out had grown to a level that could now take a step in their direction.

However, the Goddess of Lust reacted in kind.

"... Malificent Desire]."