The city of Virelios rose from the cliffs like a crown of obsidian, its towers sharpened like blades piercing the sky. Once a sacred capital of swordsmanship, it had long been twisted into a blood-soaked arena of carnage—where warriors gathered under banners of pride, death, or coin.
Auron arrived at dawn, mounted atop a crimson wyrm whose wings spanned the city gates. His harem followed in procession—Kaelira, Seraphine, Isilyn, and Azhara among them—each radiating divine heat, their bodies adorned in ceremonial armor that barely contained their allure. The people of Virelios, hardened killers and seasoned mercenaries, fell silent as the procession approached.
Trumpets blared. The gates opened not with fanfare, but with fear.
At the center of the city stood the Coliseum of Wounds—an arena carved into the mountain itself, soaked in centuries of blood and stories. Today, it was host to the Festival of Blades: a grand convergence of warriors from across the continent, each vying for supremacy... and the promise of a wish granted by the gods.
They didn't yet realize the god had already arrived.
The Invitation of Violence
An elder swordsman greeted Auron at the coliseum gates—his beard braided with runes, his hands weathered and scarred from countless duels. He bowed deeply.
"Lord Auron. The Swordfather welcomes you. Do you fight... or rule?"
Auron descended from the wyrm with a smirk. "Both."
He held out his hand, and the ground split. A new obelisk rose, bearing his mark.
System Override: Tournament Registered – Champion Class
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Champion Class had not been invoked in centuries—it meant Auron could challenge any fighter, at any time, with no rules and no refusal.
The bloodbath was about to begin.
Trial by Arena
The first duel was ceremonial—a Knight Commander of the Obsidian Host stood across from Auron, a blade forged from meteorite in hand.
"You may be powerful, outsider," he sneered, "but in Virelios, we respect tradition. You'll bleed like the rest."
Auron didn't even draw his weapon. He walked into the center, hands behind his back.
The knight lunged.
System Command: Graviton Pulse
The knight's body folded in mid-air. Armor crumpled like parchment. His blade shattered mid-strike, and his skull cracked upon the coliseum stones before he even screamed.
Auron sighed.
"Next."
From the upper decks, Seraphine licked her lips. "He gets bored so quickly…"
Kaelira purred beside her. "Which means someone's about to suffer beautifully."
A Carnival of Death
The next three hours were chaos incarnate.
Blademasters from all factions fell to Auron—dismembered, disarmed, or turned into living puppets by his will. At one point, he summoned a dozen copies of himself to fight the elite Wyrmguard simultaneously, each clone moving with the same deadly precision.
Not a drop of his own blood spilled.
By sundown, the stands were soaked in awe and gore.
Pleasure Among the Pain
That evening, in the Grand Pavilion prepared for champions, Auron reclined on a silken throne. His harem circled him like wolves in heat.
Kaelira knelt between his legs, her tongue tracing slow, maddening circles over his thigh.
Azhara massaged his shoulders, whispering lust-drunk praise into his ear.
Seraphine stood nearby, arms crossed, smirking. "You broke them like twigs today. It was... almost erotic."
Auron tilted his head. "Almost?"
He snapped his fingers.
System Command: Aphrodesia Bloom
The air thickened with a scent that made even the walls tremble. The women gasped, pupils dilating, their desire turned to fire.
Kaelira moaned, pressed her lips lower.
Azhara dropped to her knees, breasts heaving, begging to be allowed to serve.
And Seraphine?
She simply walked forward, straddled his lap, and bit his neck. "Show me how a god loves."
Climax and Coronation
By midnight, cries of pleasure and submission echoed across Virelios. Even the warriors who had survived the festival whispered his name with reverence and lust.
Auron, bare-chested and basking in the warmth of tangled limbs, stared out at the blood-red moon.
"Let them call it the Festival of Blades," he said.
"But from this year forward, let them remember—it was the day they met their king."
System Update:
"Trial 5: Festival of Blades — Complete"
"Territory Claimed: Virelios"
"Harem Expansion: +3 Combatants (Pending)"