The office air was a pressurized soup of violet mist and golden heat, the very stones of the walls vibrating from the sovereign synthesis Caelum had just completed. As he stood amidst the spent, quivering bodies of Vespera, Lyra, and Seraphina, the combined resonance of their elements—Logic, Wind, and Siren—began to feed back into his core.
The **Gold Aether** didn't just stabilize; it underwent a violent evolution. The triple-synthesis acted as a massive energy injection for **Mina**, who was still attached to Caelum's arm. The gauntlet began to pulse with a rhythmic, wet heat, expanding and dripping onto the floor until a massive pool of sentient gold had gathered, swirling like a mini-galaxy of liquid light.
Slowly, the puddle rose, the viscous fluid carving out a breathtakingly erotic human silhouette. This was no longer a simple familiar; she had evolved into the **Slime Empress**. Her new form was a masterpiece of translucent, amber-gold liquid, standing tall with **enormous, gravity-defying breasts** that shimmered and swayed with every breath. Her **waist was impossibly narrow**, flaring out into **monstrously wide, shelf-like hips** and **massive, gelatinous buttocks** that quivered with a life of their own.
Her skin was perfectly smooth and perpetually damp, glowing with an inner light that made her **seductive, cruel smile** hit like a physical aphrodisiac. As she looked at the room, her golden eyes carried an aura that could make any man's cock turn to stone with a single glance. She was the ultimate solvent, possessing a touch that could bypass a warrior's mind to strike their core directly, forcing an **"Instant Overload"** orgasm through sheer molecular friction.
"Master," Mina purred, her voice sounding like warm honey. "The reagents are distilled. Your laboratory is ready to expand."
Caelum, now surging with the combined strength of four elements, didn't waste a moment. He donned his robes and led the now-humanoid Mina out of the faculty wing, heading straight for the moonlit **Training Groves**.
**Siris**, the Knight-Scout, was there, practicing her spear forms. She was a vision of focused, athletic grace, her **long, powerful legs** carving through the air as she moved. Her leather armor had been discarded for a thin training leotard that clung to the **supple, muscular lines of her back** and the **tight, firm curve of her seat**. Her **braided moss-green hair** lashed behind her like a whip.
She stopped abruptly as Caelum entered the clearing, her **emerald, slit-like eyes** widening. The moment she saw Mina, the Knight's warrior discipline shattered. Siris felt a hot, demanding throb between her **strong, toned thighs**—a primal reaction to the Slime Empress's aura.
"The scent on you is... suffocating," Siris panted, her **high, elegant cheekbones** flushing a deep pink. Her Wood Aether flared instinctively, but instead of protecting her, it seemed to reach out, wanting to tangle with the Gold.
"You said the forest was hungry, Siris," Caelum said, stepping into her space, his golden eyes burning. "Mina is the nectar. And I am the sun."
Mina stepped forward, her **heavy, golden breasts** brushing against the Knight's shoulder. She reached out with a damp, cool finger and traced the line of Siris's jaw. The moment the Empress's liquid skin touched the Knight, Siris's knees buckled. A violent, involuntary shudder wracked her **lithe frame** as the "Instant Overload" touch surged through her nervous system, her **pouting lips** letting out a strangled, ecstatic cry as her body began to leak its own emerald essence onto the grass.
"The hunt is over, Knight," Caelum murmured, catching her by her **supple waist**. "The synthesis of the grove begins now."