Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Xenovia was in the castle courtyard, feeling the cool morning breeze against her skin as she practiced her cultivation techniques.

She was in a deep state of concentration, her entire body immersed in energy, seeking the perfect balance between strength and control. The Emperor Stage of cultivation was her goal, and Xenovia, with her determination, had only reached the King Stage, with a skill few could match.

She had always been proud of her power, but at the same time, lately, she hadn't been feeling very confident with everything that had been happening, especially being forced to be the heir prince's fiancée. Her strength seemed... useless.

Still, something didn't feel right, or rather, it never had, and lately... the sense of alert began to settle slowly in her mind, an uncomfortable feeling, as if something was about to happen.

Xenovia interrupted her practice and looked around, but saw nothing unusual. The courtyard was empty, except for her.

Then, the castle door burst open with a bang, and the figure of the prince, accompanied by six imposing men, entered.

Xenovia immediately recognized the presence of each of them. They were powerful cultivators, all at the King Stage like her. The six guards were known for their strength and ferocity, and she knew they were not her allies.

The prince, with his cold and arrogant expression, walked to the center of the courtyard, his eyes fixed on Xenovia with a calculating gaze. "Xenovia, your betrayal will not be tolerated," he said, his voice icy and full of contempt. "I knew you were scheming something, and now you will pay for it."

Xenovia frowned, her body immediately tensing in alert. She knew tensions had risen in recent days, especially after Kryssia threatened the prince, but she never imagined the prince would go as far as to attack her personally. She had suspected something like this could happen, but she never thought he would dare.

'Xyn...' Xenovia called her Spiritual Phoenix, which appeared beside her, invisible. "We cannot kill..." Xyn spoke.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Xenovia replied firmly, her voice clear and unafraid. She was ready to fight if necessary. Her body pulsed with energy, and her sword, always by her side, seemed to call for battle.

The prince gave a sarcastic smile and raised his hand, signaling the six guards around him. They immediately took their positions, surrounding Xenovia from all sides. Each of them possessed an aura of power equal to hers, but the numerical disadvantage was clear.

Xenovia felt a wave of frustration; she was alone, and the situation seemed hopeless, despite having the power to fight back... She was surrounded in various ways.

"You never learn, do you?" the prince said, his greedy smile widening. "Now, prepare yourself, you, Xenovia Vorah, are under arrest."

Before Xenovia could react, the first of the guards advanced. He was tall and muscular, with a sharp blade in his hand. Xenovia blocked the attack easily, her sword sliding against the guard's blade with a metallic sound. She stepped back to gain distance and assessed the situation. The other five guards began to move, pressing her from all sides, but Xenovia didn't give in.

She swung her sword with agility, creating a barrier of quick slashes, forcing the guards to retreat a little. Her body moved with precision, each strike and movement calculated to maximize her power. She was in peak form, and her skill was up to the challenge.

However, the guards were experienced and well-coordinated. They attacked in unison with relentless precision. Xenovia had to dodge and block quickly, using all her skill to keep the attacks at bay. But with each passing second, the pressure increased. She was being surrounded, her freedom of movement diminishing as the guards closed in.

The battle continued for several minutes, but Xenovia began to realize the gravity of the situation. Despite her skill, the numbers were starting to weigh against her. A strike from the guard on her left grazed her side, cutting her skin. Blood spread across the floor, but she didn't stop, refusing to give in. She still had enough strength to continue fighting.

But then, the prince signaled, and the guards attacked in unison. They used their cultivation abilities in a synchronized manner, creating a wave of pressure that forced Xenovia to retreat. She was surrounded by a combination of quick attacks and powerful movements that, although not gravely wounding her, forced her into constant defense.

For a moment, Xenovia felt overwhelmed. She was starting to tire. The collective strength of the six King Stage guards was a constant pressure on her body, and the exhaustion was beginning to build. She moved to block a strike, but one of the guards found a gap in her defense and struck her in the stomach with a powerful blow. Xenovia was thrown back, falling to her knees on the ground with a cry of pain.

"No! I won't...!" Xenovia tried to rise, but the exhaustion and wounds began to weigh on her. Before she could react, the other guards surrounded her, immobilizing her. Their bodies pressed against the young woman, preventing any movement, while the prince observed from a distance, still wearing that smug smile of superiority.

"You should have never challenged our authority," the prince said with disdain, walking up to Xenovia, who was on her knees, struggling to breathe. "Now, you will be treated as you deserve."

"I... won't..." Xenovia tried to speak, but the pain and exhaustion were too much. She had no strength to continue fighting, and the guards quickly immobilized her completely. Her sword fell beside her, useless.

With a gesture from the prince, the guards grabbed Xenovia by the arms and dragged her away, without any ceremony. She tried to resist, but the combined power of the six men was too much. The cultivation chains around her held her in place, and soon she was taken to the dungeon with no chance of escaping.

The prince walked behind, watching her capture with a satisfied smile. Xenovia was brutally thrown onto the cold dungeon floor, her energy nearly completely drained. The echo of the chains clanged against the stone walls, a reminder of her defeat.

"You'll stay here, until you learn your lesson," the prince said before turning to leave. He gave one last glance at the fallen young woman, without remorse. "You may have been strong, but strength alone was never enough to defeat the empire."

The dungeon door slammed shut with a bang, and the sound of chains echoed through the darkness. Xenovia lay alone, her body bleeding, and her eyes full of rage and frustration...

Xenovia lay on the cold dungeon floor, pain radiating through her body. Her chest rose and fell heavily, and her blood, still warm, formed small pools around her body. She looked at the chains binding her wrists, her eyes narrowing with anger and frustration. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She, who had always been a formidable warrior, was now in this miserable state, fallen and powerless.

But, as much as the pain and humiliation consumed her, there was something stronger in her chest: fury. The prince and his guards thought they could defeat her, that they could break her. But Xenovia was not so easily vanquished. She had always known the fight would be difficult, but she never thought a simple strike would make her fall so easily. However, this fall was only temporary. No matter how hard it got, she would never give up.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. She knew that, if she wanted to get out of this situation, she would need to find a way to regain her strength. Rage and despair wouldn't be enough. She needed more.

With tremendous effort, she tried to rise, using the cold dungeon wall for support. Every movement was painful, but she couldn't afford to falter. Her eyes burned with determination as she looked at the chains binding her arms. They wouldn't be enough to hold her here forever.

"No... I won't stay here," she murmured to herself, her words almost drowned out by the sound of water dripping from the stone walls. Her body trembled with pain, but she was determined. Her soul was still intact, and her will to fight stronger than ever.

She looked around the dark dungeon, trying to find anything that could be used to escape. The environment was gloomy, with moss covering the walls, and the humidity making the air thick. But, as she looked more closely, she noticed something: a small crack in the wall, almost imperceptible. A potential escape point she could use to her advantage. It might not be the key to her immediate freedom, but it could be the first step.

Xenovia began to crawl toward the wall, her blood-stained hands touching the cold stone. Each movement made her head spin with pain, but she didn't stop. The frustration she felt turned into strength, and her mind focused solely on what she needed to do to get out of there. When she reached the crack, she carefully examined the opening. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

It was small, but if she could widen the gap, maybe she could escape.

She then used all the strength she had left and started working on the crack, trying to force the stone to give way. The sound of the friction between the stones filled the dungeon, but she didn't stop.

"I think it's time to stop holding back," Xyn said, but Xenovia ignored it.

"I won't use Spiritual Assimilation now," Xenovia replied.

"But when Strax comes... I'll kill everyone in this place, even if it means going against Kryssia," Xenovia said, her eyes burning with determination.