Seren led him to the underground vault known as the Lust Chamber.
"This is where we train."
"Train?"
"Sex magic isn't just chaos. It's a weapon. And like any weapon—you need control."
The chamber pulsed with ancient runes. Ropes hung from obsidian beams. Mirrors glinted like hungry eyes.
Kael swallowed. "What are the rules?"
"Feel. Don't fall."
She stripped him again. No words, no ceremony.
Then she snapped her fingers.
Illusions formed—multiple Seren bodies, all circling him.
Each one whispered different truths. Seduced. Bit. Touched. Disappeared.
His body begged. His mind burned.
Only one was real.
If he chose wrong, the others would drain his magic.
He listened. Not with ears, but nerves.
Then he reached out—and grabbed the real Seren by the wrist.
She smiled.
"Well done."
Then she pushed him down and rode him like a storm, the other illusions screaming in envy.
As they climaxed, a sigil burst from beneath the floor.
Kael collapsed.
The last thing he heard was her whisper:
"You're not surviving me. You're becoming me."