They continued to walk, following the little giggle that was floating around. The group ended up in a hallway, surrounded by knights. Each wearing a similar crest to the one that had attack Corey. The further they walked, the more evolved each armor looked. They weren't moving. No sighs of breathing or anything to indicate life. These knight must be stronger than the one he fought. They were certainly trapped. If the Celestia brought any of the knights to live, they would be outnumbered. The whole hallway was lined up with knights. There was a single door at the end. It opened just like the front door. Without them touching it. Everything, again, was for a giant. The hallway was massive. Corey was stunned they even got to the door in time. The anticipation was killing him. And he could finally see the woman they'd been on a death quest to meet. Sitting on a throne of bone, was Iriel. Corey froze, her palish skin. Strange eyes, and moving tentacles that made for hair on her head.

Corey sat watching different memories, trying to understand what the Celestia wanted him to do. Was he not supposed to enter through this door? She said he hadn't unlocked the true ability. Which would make sense. He knew that already. She knew about his system, but for how long? Had she always known? Or did she come across that information recently?And if so, how could she have known about something she couldn't see? It made no sense to the teen no matter how many times he stirred his brain to think about it. Maybe there was a block that was preventing him from using NewAge to its full potential. Corey searched his memories for clues, nothing came up. Close to losing his mind, spotted another door. This one with chains on it.He stared at it for a long time wondering who thought of such a mess. Soon Corey was approaching the bounded door. Warning signs slapped all over the white wall. Causing a mess.There was a note attached to it. "Sometimes our greate

Corey had to think and fight. Something he thought was relatively easy, only to be proven wrong now that he was submerged in water with a being who was born and raised in it. The Celestia wasn't giving him any opportunity to even breathe. She struck him several times with her tentacles and Corey tried to both deflect, and attack. All the while thinking of a way to take her down. He couldn't throw an energy beam at her, water made it difficult to throw at a good coordination. He couldn't use anything with fire, the reason was relatively obvious.And using anything that could cause a spark of electricity would only make him suffer.He wondered how she could do it without feeling anything. And he couldn't swim from her. Not only was she big enough to catch up in a second, but she move one leg forward and it would hit Corey from wherever he was. There was no escaping anything she did. Especially her tentacles. They'd knocked him into the wall twice now, and their bolts

Strange numbness filled Corey's side, his eyes flashing to white before they went back to their normal color. He could hear several heartbeats, he could feel heated skins against his making him feel like he was trapped in a sauna. He squirmed, freeing his right arm and shaking the sweat off his forehead. Corey spotted Iriel, sitting on a stool watching him. She had on his hoodie, legs kept apart with a cup of tea in one hand. She raised her left brow at him, and he reached out an arm. Her tentacles wrapped around it, pulling Corey into the air then setting him on his feet.He thought up grey pants, and a black shirt."How long have you been up?""Four hours.""And you were just watching us sleep?""No, I went to make some tea. Then I put Pamela on the bed, along with Mikayla-"Corey glanced back to the massive bed, all the women were there. Including the two she just mentioned. Who hadn't joined their initial rump."You brought them from their rooms here?"Iriel gave him a sharp bo

Iriel was a confident creature. Corey had women who displayed confidence, but none ever like her. His breath felt warm against his palm as he blew into it. Stroking his finger through his own hair, and untangling some curls. She was making tea for herself, using her tentacles so she did not have to move an inch from where she sat. Once her tea was made, she placed a mug on a costar and drew towards her mouth. "I'll cut through the BS, and unimportant shit. I wanted power, and I wanted a quick way to get it. I love to mess with people, almost like I'm playing with my food. I believe in violence. I believe some people were made weaker than others. And the weak ones are pathetic. I'm not a good person. I will never be a good person. And the second I realized how crudely my thoughts were, I decided to accept them and venture deep into the dark arts." She pasued, gulping the warm liquid. Corey picked up the scent of cinnamon. "Some of the things I tried at first required a sacrifice. Yo