Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The quiet stillness of the Obsidian mansion was shattered as three figures moved with lethal precision through the shadows. These were no ordinary assassins—they were Rank 18 vampires, their power palpable, rippling through the air like a storm ready to unleash its fury.

Cloaked in darkness, their movements were as fluid as shadows, silent but deadly.

At the head of this trio was their leader, a Rank 19 vampire, his aura radiating a suffocating weight that seemed to distort the very air around him. His eyes glowed with an unnatural red light, the power of his element swirling menacingly in the space between them and their target: Emberly Obsidian.

Inside her private study, Emberly felt the shift in the air, her instincts flaring instantly.

She paused, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward the faint shimmer of magic around the room—the wards she'd carefully woven into every corner of her estate. They flickered as if in warning, detecting the deadly presence that approached.

She was director for the company that made those after all!

Suddenly, the door to her study shattered into a thousand pieces, blown inward by an unseen force.

Three vampires stepped through the splintered remains, their faces set in cold determination. The Rank 19 leader followed, his aura dark and foreboding, his power palpable in the room.

For a moment, the room stood still.

Then, with a sudden surge of power, Emberly's aura erupted forward, a wave of Rank 19 energy so powerful it felt like the air itself was freezing. The temperature in the room plummeted, frost creeping across the floors and walls as her icy energy filled the space.

Her power was absolute—cold, unyielding, and devastating.

It wasn't just the room that felt the shift. The entire Obsidian estate seemed to groan under the weight of her aura.

Frost began to spread outside, crawling up the walls of the mansion as if the very foundation of the building was turning to ice.

The temperature dropped so severely that the air itself became heavy, each breath forming clouds of vapor that hung in the room like ghosts.

The assassins staggered slightly, the sheer cold of her energy threatening to freeze them in place, but they were not so easily cowed.

Rank 18 vampires in their own right, they were warriors trained to withstand the most brutal of environments. Their leader, standing at Rank 19, narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, his own aura flaring to life.

The ground beneath them cracked as the power of two Rank 19s clashed. His element—fire but so dark—swirled around him, the heat of his power battling against the cold of Emberly's ice.

Dark flames erupted from his body, curling into the air like black serpents of death, fighting for dominance in the freezing atmosphere. The air itself seemed to warp, the battlefield no longer just Emberly's study, but an arena of sheer elemental might.

Despite the onslaught of her ice, the Rank 18 assassins surged forward, their movements almost too fast to see, propelled by the dark magic that fueled them. They were seasoned killers, and Emberly's aura, while formidable, was not enough to make them falter.

Emberly's eyes turned a piercing white, her gaze replaced with the chilling glow of her full power. Her dress, once a simple gown, transformed, turning into something akin to an ice queen's robe, flowing with the frost she commanded.

Crystals of ice formed at her feet, rising like jagged spears of frozen death as her icy magic coiled around her.

The lead assassin's voice was a dark growl, his fangs gleaming in the cold light of Emberly's magic. "You think a bit of frost can stop us, Duchess?"

With a snarl, he lunged, his blade wreathed in dark fire, aiming for her heart. Emberly barely moved, her fingers twitching as she summoned a wall of ice, instantly freezing the flames and stopping the blade inches from her chest.

"You underestimate the cold," Emberly said, her voice calm, though it carried the weight of a thousand winters.

She raised her hand, and the temperature in the room dropped even further, until it felt as though the air itself might shatter. Shards of ice erupted from the ground, lancing toward the assassins with deadly accuracy. Two of the assassins dodged, their speed blurring them into shadows, but one wasn't fast enough.

The ice struck him in the leg, freezing it solid, and he let out a pained grunt as he fell to one knee. Emberly wasn't your ordinary Rank 19!

The leader of the assassins growled, his aura expanding outward in response. His dark fire flared violently, the heat of it pressing back against Emberly's ice. The entire room seemed to warp under the conflicting elements, with black flames and blue frost fighting for control.

His power surged, and he swung his blade again, this time the force of his strike shaking the walls of the mansion itself. A wave of dark energy followed, crashing toward Emberly with terrifying speed.

But Emberly was ready.

She twisted her hand, and the space around her warped, bending to her will. The wave of dark energy split in two, passing harmlessly by her sides, as if the very air had parted to protect her.

She stood tall, untouched by the destructive power, her icy presence dominating the battlefield.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The two remaining Rank 18 assassins leapt at her, using the distraction to close the distance, their blades coated in shadow magic. One went low, aiming for her legs, while the other struck from above, targeting her neck.

But they had forgotten Song.

From the shadows behind Emberly, Song, her Phantom guard, emerged like a wraith. His void energy pulsed through the room, a dark, otherworldly power that consumed everything it touched. His presence was suffocating, the air around him warping as if reality itself struggled to contain him.

He moved with terrifying speed, his void blade cleaving through the air. The first assassin didn't even have time to react before Song's blade struck, the void energy consuming him completely. His body disintegrated into nothingness, erased from existence by the sheer power of the void.

The second assassin turned, trying to face the threat, but Song was already on him. His blade moved like a shadow, slicing through the assassin's defenses with ease. The vampire let out a strangled cry as the void mana tore through his chest, the darkness spreading through his body until he too vanished into the void.

The Rank 19 leader snarled in fury, his dark fire blazing even hotter in response to the deaths of his comrades. His eyes locked onto Song, and with a roar, he sent a massive wave of fire toward him, intending to engulf the phantom in flames.

But Song was already gone, his form dissipating into the shadows as the fire consumed the space where he once stood.

Enraged, the leader turned back to Emberly, his power flaring violently. "You cannot stop me!" he roared, his voice shaking the room.

Emberly's expression remained cold, unshaken by his outburst. She stepped forward, her icy power surging once more. "I don't need to stop you," she said, her voice like a cold whisper. "I just need to end you."

Capturing him for information? Nah, that was useless and she knew all the answers to her questions, wasting energy on someone who could willingly shatter their existence with mana to guard their information wasn't something Emberly would do.

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With a flick of her wrist, the temperature in the room dropped to absolute zero, the frost creeping toward the vampire leader with terrifying speed. His flames sputtered and died as the cold consumed everything in its path.

His eyes widened in horror as his body began to freeze, his limbs locking up as the frost claimed him.

"You've underestimated me," Emberly said, her eyes gleaming white as the ice overtook him completely. "And that will be your last mistake."

With a final flick of her fingers, an icy lance formed in her hand, sharp and deadly. She hurled it forward with the precision of a seasoned warrior. The lance struck the vampire leader in the chest, freezing him solid from the inside out.

The mansion was silent for a moment as his body stood frozen in place, a statue of ice and death, his eyes wide in frozen terror.

"Wastage of my time, lowly piece of shit dare to sent such weakling!" She spat, she didn't even warm up.

Emberly exhaled sharply, the frost retreating as the room returned to a more bearable cold. She glanced around at the frozen remains of the assassins, her expression unreadable.

"Song," she called softly.

From the shadows, Song emerged once again, his form solidifying from the darkness. He nodded respectfully, ever the silent guardian.

"Thank you," she said, her voice calm, though beneath it was a quiet rage. This attack had been a warning, and she knew exactly who had sent it.

Silas had made his move.

But Emberly Obsidian was not so easily defeated. If Silas thought he could come for her family, he would soon learn the true power of House Obsidian.

This was war.

And Emberly would win.