The golden glow of the lotus still burned in their minds, pulsing like a second heart that didn't belong to them… yet marked the beat of their own. Lyra and Kael could feel it: their bond had changed. Now, every touch, every glance, could awaken a magic Eldoria had never known.
"Do you feel it?" Kael whispered, brushing her cheek with his fingers, still heavy with the tension left by the Order of Silence. "That roar… it's not of this world."
Lyra nodded, a shiver running down her spine.
"It's ancient… older than the school itself. And it seems to be watching us."
The mist surrounding the walls of the Arcane School of Pleasure shimmered as if it held secrets. The door, dark wood etched with worn runes, opened before them with a deep whisper, as if the school itself were inviting them in… or surrendering them.
"This is where the real test begins," Kael murmured, brushing against her waist. "Everything that happens here… will be felt. And not just by us."
The first room welcomed them like a possessive lover: the Moaning Halls. The dark glass walls did more than reflect their image—they multiplied every sound of pleasure, turning a whisper into a cry, a moan into an endless echo. The room's magic vibrated with each touch, amplifying their desire until it became unbearable.
"Prepare yourself," Lyra said, eyes blazing with challenge and lust. "This time, no one will stop us."
Kael smiled with a hard edge, raising an eyebrow.
"Neither will I," he murmured, lifting her onto a stone platform that emerged like an altar.
What followed was a clash of hunger and surrender. Every contact released golden sparks that hovered in the air like living embers, wrapping them in electric heat. The room began projecting their most hidden fantasies: themselves in impossible landscapes, bodies fused in fire and sea, and Selene, watching from the shadows… a mix of promise and threat in her gaze.
The climax arrived like an explosion of light and sound, but it was interrupted by a deeper, older roar that shook the stone beneath their feet. It was the same roar they had heard near the lotus… but this time, it pronounced Lyra's name.
The walls vibrated, the magic tensed, and a new portal opened before them: an arch of crimson fire.
"This… is only the beginning," Lyra gasped, pulse racing.
Kael took her hand, never taking his eyes off the portal.
"Then let's go. The Archives of the Scream await us."
The echo of her name lingered in the air, as if something—or someone—had already claimed Lyra.