NOVEL NEXT Chapter 231: Champion Ruvon.
Weeks Ago...
Across the endless expanse of the heavens, where time itself bent under the weight of eternity, there existed a place not meant for any mortal reach but the chosen.
The realm suspended between existence and nothingness, where the fabrics of the living mortals trembled in the presence of beings far beyond comprehension. It was here, in the swirling chaos of stars and darkness, that a certain entity watched.
In the center of this divine convergence, something ancient stirred.
A presence—so vast, so incomprehensibly powerful, it defied the very laws that governed the mortal world—began to form.
It was neither light nor darkness, if it was either living nor beast no one knew.
It was a force, an entity, seemed to be born from the cosmos itself—although not entirely.
Its essence rippled through the ether, every breath it took sending shockwaves across the planes of existence.
To behold it was to gaze into the core of creation, and yet, it was a devoid of emotions—silent, empty, and exuding the essense of all-knowing—almost.
It had no name, for it needed none. It simply was. But to most it was called the Darkness Deity—an entity even gods have almost forgotten, unknown to the new gods.!
As it gathered its form, a soft hum filled the void, a song of the stars themselves.
The air around it seemed to quiver, bending to its will, as though even reality feared to exist in its presence. And then, slowly, it spoke. Its voice was not a sound but a sensation, an echo in the minds of all who dared to listen, as if the universe itself whispered secrets too sacred for the world below.
"I have watched," the presence murmured, its tone like the crack of thunder across a silent sky. "For ages, I have waited. The time has come to set things in motion."
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In the depths of a Demon empire, a lone demon—her heart trembling with anticipation—knelt before this unseen force—entity.
Her body was bent low, forehead pressed against the cold stone floor near an alter, her very soul trembling in reverence. She could not see the entity, but she could feel it—its power overwhelming, suffocating, and yet intoxicating in its divinity. The mortal knew she was in the presence of something that no man, no beast, no creature of the earth could ever hope to understand.
The entity loomed over her, though it had no form. Its essence seemed to fill the space around them, stretching beyond the limits of what the mortal mind could perceive.
"Ruvon," the voice of the entity echoed through the vast hall. The mortal's name rolled from the divine lips as if it had been etched into the very fabric of existence. "You have been chosen."
The air seemed to crackle with energy as the entity's voice grew, each word reverberating in the very bones of the man kneeling before it. Her body shuddered, her heart racing as the full weight of the divine presence pressed down on her.
"You have everything you need, Ruvon. The power of the me, greater than anything a god can give you—rests in your hands. Make this god proud."
The divine presence swelled, filling every inch of the space, its power so intense that the very air seemed to shudder under the pressure. And then, as swiftly as it had appeared, the entity began to fade, its essence retreating back into the boundless realms from whence it came.
Ruvon, still on her knees, felt the overwhelming emptiness left in its wake.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as the divine presence fully vanished, leaving only a hollow silence behind. But something lingered—an unshakable weight of purpose, a divine command etched into her very soul.
She had been marked by the divine, chosen by a power greater than any force in the mortal realm. And now, her task was clear.
Ruvon lifted her head, her heart pounding with a mix of terror and exhilaration. She knew that the god or goddess—she wasn't sure—had set their sights on her in the mortal world once more. And their will would not be denied.
With the divine presence gone, Ruvon stood, her eyes burning with new purpose. The weight of destiny settled on her shoulders, as heavy as the skies above.
The gods had spoken.
And the world would tremble in their wake.
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Present...
Ruvon was now the epitome of dark, forbidden beauty—not frail as she had come—her body a masterpiece sculpted by shadows themselves. Her curvaceous figure was both alluring and intimidating, a testament to the divine power that had reshaped her mortal form into something otherworldly.
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She too marveled at her own changes!
Her full, bust breasts rose and fell with every breath, their perfect shape framed by the dark tendrils of energy that clung to her like a living garment her nipples visible in her attire. Her breaats were not "so" excessive nor subtle, but definitely not modest, they were big—commanding attention with their natural allure.
She didn't find it taxing moving with them.
Her narrow waist emphasized the dramatic curvea of her wide hips, creating an hourglass figure that radiated both strength and sensuality.
Her long legs seemed to stretch endlessly, toned and graceful, leading to an impossibly round, full backside that swayed with every step she would take.
Her movements would be hypnotic, deliberate, every gesture exuding confidence and dominance if she walked. Her skin, pale as moonlight, glowed faintly in the dim light of the dark temple, as though she carried the essence of the night within her.
Her voluminous raven-black hair cascaded down her back, reaching past her hips, framing her face like a curtain of silk. Her features were sharp and symmetrical—high cheekbones, a delicate nose, and full lips painted with a natural hue of dark crimson. Her violet eyes, glowing with divine darkness, were her most captivating feature, drawing anyone who met her gaze into an abyss of mystery and power.
Ruvon's entire presence was a contradiction—a sinful temptation cloaked in divine darkness.
She was both a powerful woman and a seductress, her body a weapon as much as her power. To see her was to desire her, to fear her, and to acknowledge the terrifying beauty of her existence.
—— Ruvon's slender wrists were bound by dark chains that emanated raw, unrelenting energy. The restraints weren't merely physical—they were conduits, pumping streams of divine power into her body. Each pulse of energy was overwhelming, like molten lava coursing through her veins, yet she endured it. She had no choice.
This was the path she chose, the destiny bestowed to her by the entity, she welcomed it wholly.