Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 266 The Void Secret Gateways

The labyrinth loomed ominously behind them, a structure of vast mystery and peril. The others were occupied preparing for their departure, ensuring that Alera was safe and stable now after her near-death battle with the guardian.Pyris, however, slipped away, his footsteps barely audible as he ventured deeper into the labyrinth's inner layers.

There was something he needed to do—something vital that he had promised to Mira and his mother before setting foot in this forsaken place.

Something sinister no one will see coming.

The air grew heavier as he moved further into the labyrinth. The walls, jagged and ancient, seemed to press in on him, alive with latent energy. The faint whispers of power hummed around him, yet Pyris strode confidently, his steps unwavering.

Reaching a secluded corner, where the energy of the labyrinth felt calmer, he stopped.

Closing his eyes, Pyris focused. His hands lifted, and slowly, tendrils of pure Void energy began to manifest, swirling and coiling like ethereal smoke around his fingertips.

The power was dark, enigmatic, yet uniquely his own.

"Let's get to work," Pyris murmured to himself, his voice low and resolute.

With a deep breath, Pyris pushed his mana into the Void element. The first step was shaping the Void—a delicate process that required precision. The swirling tendrils of energy began to stabilize, forming faintly glowing orbs, barely the size of his palm.

These orbs pulsed gently, and Pyris guided them with care, embedding his unique mana signature into each one.

His mana was the key—like a stamp of ownership—marking these Void pockets as his and his alone.

This way even if another void element user used the signature with his void mana, no one will realize if that person using his signature was either Song or Mira.

Sweat began to bead on his brow. The process wasn't simple. The labyrinth resisted his efforts, its natural defenses pushing back against his Void energy. But Pyris' determination was unshakable.

Slowly, one by one, the Void pockets began to stabilize, anchored firmly in the labyrinth's layers.

The Void was a tricky element. Unlike fire or lightning, which could be brute-forced, the Void demanded finesse. Pyris manipulated the energy like a master artisan, weaving the pockets into existence with an elegant precision.

As the final pocket took shape, he exhaled deeply, lowering his hands. Around him floated faintly glowing spheres of Void energy, nestled inconspicuously in the labyrinth's environment.

Why? Why was Pyris doing this?

Phantoms.

The thought of the mysterious beings spurred Pyris on, his mind drifting to the conversation he'd had with Mira and his mother, Emberly, before entering the labyrinth.

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