The Guardian gods-Chapter 230

Alaric was the first to regain his composure as his hand fan slid open to which he fanned himself with as he stared at Evara.

Evara also regained her composure as she put on a charming smile "Do you desire me Alaric"

Alaric Looked at her before shaking his head "I should ask you the same, Don’t you wish you could be like me?

Evara pouted seductively "No girl likes a sassy man, you know that right Alaric?"

Alaric smiled charmingly "I have for the longest not given two thought about what women think of me, at the end of the day they can help but want me more"

Evara Leaned in a bit closer, her charm increasing, if only for a moment Alaric felt his heartbeat increase which caused Evara to smile as she began walking closer to him.

Alaric by habit fanned himself as he calmed down before also walking to meet Evara, surprising her but she did her best to hide it fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Evara giggling softly said " Oh, I do love a confident challenger. But beware, Alaric, for my allure is not to be underestimated".

Alaric raising an eyebrow, his smile confident said " Nor is my ability to turn envy into a formidable force. Let us dance this dance of curses and see where it leads us.

Evara, now close enough, ran a finger along Alaric’s jawline " Oh, I’m sure it will lead to... interesting places. Shall we begin, my charming adversary?"

As they began to circle each other, the tension in the air was almost unbearable. Evara is the first to strike, unleashing her Irresistible Aura. A wave of intense attraction radiates from her, attempting to overwhelm Alaric’s senses. Alaric, however, manages to resist the charm, his mind fortified by his own curse.

Alaric counters with his Envious Presence, filling the forest with a greenish, shimmering aura. Evara feels a pang of jealousy stab through her, but her curse keeps her focused.

Evara lunges forward with Bewitching Touch, her elongated fingers reaching for Alaric’s throat. He sidesteps her attack with fluid grace, but not before she grazes his shoulder, sapping a bit of his willpower. Alaric winces but quickly retaliates with Jealous Grip, his hand glowing with a sickly green light as he grabs her arm. Evara gasps as her confidence drains away, momentarily weakening her.

The two closed in on each other again, their movements a deadly dance. Evara’s Alluring Embrace caught Alaric off guard; she wrapped herself around him, her claws digging into his flesh, drawing blood. He gasped in pain as his life force began to drain away, feeding her. But Alaric was not defenseless. Summoning his strength, he unleashed Envious Strike, his hand glowing with green energy as he struck her side with a quick two piece.

Evara screamed, a mix of pain and rage, as the blow landed. She released him, stumbling back, dark ichor seeping from the wound. Alaric’s energy surged, his attack power heightened by the jealousy that fueled him.

Evara recovers quickly, her eyes blazing with fury. She uses Seductive Whispers, her voice a haunting melody that invades Alaric’s mind. For a moment, he falters, his thoughts clouded by her words. Seizing the opportunity, Evara uses Enrapturing Gaze, her eyes locking onto Alaric’s. He stiffens, paralyzed by the illusion of his deepest desire: a version of himself untainted by the curse.

Breaking free through sheer force of will, Alaric snarls and casts Covetous Glance, his eyes burning with envy. Evara feels an overwhelming compulsion to obey him, her movements becoming hesitant and uncertain. Alaric follows up with Mirror of Ambition, creating an illusion that shows Evara as a grotesque, powerless being. The sight shakes her to her core, making her doubt herself.

Evara, sensing the fight slipping away, unleashed her Charming Dance. Her movements were hypnotic, designed to entrance and disorient. Alaric found himself slowing, entranced by the dance. She took advantage, her claws slicing through the air, leaving deep gashes on his chest and arms.

But Alaric, driven by an unyielding jealousy, tapped into his Mirror of Envy. A spectral mirror materialized, reflecting Evara’s next attack back at her. She cried out as her own power hit her, staggering her.

With a roar, Evara unleashed Glamour of the Damned, filling the forest with countless seductive illusions of herself. Alaric finds himself surrounded, his mind struggling to distinguish the real Evara from the phantasms.

Taking advantage of his confusion, Evara strikes with Bewitching Touch again, this time sinking her claws deep into his chest. Alaric screams in pain, his strength waning as she drains more of his willpower.

Desperate, Alaric summons all his remaining energy and uses Desirous Vortex. The forest erupts in a swirling maelstrom of envy and desire, the air thick with the intense emotions. Evara staggers, momentarily disoriented by the chaotic energies.

But Evara with the will she sapped away from Alaric managed to hold on. She focuses through the storm, her eyes locking onto Alaric. With a final, furious effort, she closes the distance between them, her hands glowing with pink energy. Alaric tries to defend himself, but he’s too weakened by the previous attacks.

Evara grabs Alaric by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Her voice is a venomous hiss as she speaks.

"You were never my equal, Alaric."

With a brutal twist, she snaps his neck, the sound echoing through the cathedral. Alaric’s body falls limp in her grasp, the light fading from his eyes.

Breathing heavily, Evara drops Alaric’s lifeless body to the ground. The air was heavy with the aftermath of their battle. Evara stood victorious, her grotesque form still emanating an unsettling allure. She looks down at Alaric’s body, with hunger clear in her eyes.

In response to that the body of Alaric twitched as his whole body turned into a huge corporal cursed spirit with the same presence of Envy and jealousy.

Elara opened her arm as the cursed spirit flew into her body merging with the cursed spirit she already had. A purple cocoon covered her whole body as she underwent her transformation.

After a while an arm pierced through the cocoon as Evara emerged new, now she was even clothed and her allure seems more complet and even stronger. The new cloth she had on compared to her nakedness before made the sensation of lust even stronger as now the drive to see what is under the dress became almost irresistible.

The other cursed being around took notice of that, as unlike before when they could snap out of it, this time they were all under the effect of Elara presence.

Ikenga meanwhile was Looking at Osisi and Boros, as soon as Evara completed her evolution. He felt a slight awakening heartbeat.

Finally looking at the woman, Ikem raised a brow as the woman was now qualified to compete for beauty with the gods, Evara looked up hearing the voice of the creator "Evara is a name for your mortal past. You are now to take on the name " The enchanting siren", A mesmerizing but malevolent entity that represents the envy and desire people feel towards extreme beauty".

"Yes my lord" Evara sweet enchanting voice answered back as her feet left the ground, She soon found a branch on Osisi to sit down as she looked down at the other cursed being curious to see who will join her next.

Ikenga’s overwhelming presence shrunk down, as a purple construct of him appeared on the branch Evara was sitting on, she was taken back but soon smiled.

Ikenga meanwhile looked at the next two curses he was about to pick out, Both represented the dark side of knowledge.

Orin the one who’s skin is parchment-like, covered in scrawling texts that seemed to shift and change. Orin was once a renowned scholar in the city of Caladris, a hub of learning and intellectual pursuit. Caladris was a city built on the staying ground of the dragon who took it upon itself to teach the humans of the eastern continent. The staying ground of the dragon was then built into a city after it left. Orin’s journey from respected intellectual to cursed hoarder was a result of his actions and the collective resentment of his peers and students.

Orin was initially a beloved teacher and researcher, known for his incredible intellect and insatiable thirst for knowledge. His lectures were popular, and his discoveries contributed significantly to the city’s wealth of wisdom. However, as his reputation grew, so did his ego. He began to view his knowledge as a source of power, something that elevated him above others.

Orin started to guard his discoveries heavily. He refused to share his research, claiming that others would misuse it or not understand its depth. He locked himself away, conducting experiments and writing papers that he never intended anyone else to see, He even developed elaborate codes to encrypt his notes, ensuring that no one could understand his work without his guidance. His colleagues and students, who once admired him, grew frustrated and resentful. They had come to Caladris to learn and grow, but Orin’s selfishness stifled their own intellectual pursuits.

The resentment simmered and grew, spreading through the academic community like wildfire. Orin’s students, who felt betrayed by their mentor’s hoarding, began to secretly criticize him. His peers, who had once collaborated with him, turned against him. The collective frustration and bitterness of the scholars and students created a potent aura of negativity.