RISE OF EROS-Chapter 651 - 650

Deep in the mountains that separated the provinces of the continent, far from the intrigues and confrontations that marked the destiny of the demigods, Andrew lived oblivious to everything.

Every day, as the sun rose between the peaks and bathed the valley in its golden light, he gave himself completely to his training. He had found in Oliver, Sansa, and Castor unwavering companions, and together they formed a routine as rigorous as it was relentless.

Oliver, the technically sharp swordsman, led the hand-to-hand combat sessions. Under his guidance, Andrew perfected each movement with precision. The swords clashed again and again, resonating in the air like a metallic echo that broke the stillness of the place.

Andrew’s concentration was absolute; his muscles hardened under the effort as he learned to anticipate his opponent’s movements. Sansa, for her part, was in charge of shaping her control over magical energies.

She was patient but firm, pushing Andrew to the limit with exercises that challenged his understanding of the elements. Her focus on the harmony between body and spirit allowed him to unlock facets of himself he had previously been unaware of.

Under Sansa’s command, Andrew discovered that magic was not simply power; it was flow, balance, and an extension of his will. Castor, with his imposing strength and unarmed combat teachings, added the finishing touch.

Andrew learned to use his environment as an ally and transform his body into a lethal weapon. Castor’s dedication did not only focus on physical strength; it also stressed mental endurance. "A warrior who hesitates before acting is already defeated," he always reminded him.

Day after day, Andrew trained tirelessly. His world was reduced to the space he shared with his comrades, far from the bustle of civilization and the news that spread across the continent.

He was completely unaware of the growing tensions between the demigods, the secret movements of the kingdoms, and the imminent collision of forces that would shake the fate of all.

While Andrew focused on growing stronger, in the distant city of Cannes, his empire continued to prosper. The Cannes Palace, the jewel of pleasures and entertainment, had established itself as the most exclusive place in the city.

Its doors, decorated with intricate engravings of gold and marble, witnessed the constant arrival of wealthy and highly influential clients. The secret of the Palace’s success did not lie solely in its opulence, although this was indisputable.

The exotic dances, the banquets that delighted the most demanding palates, and the environments that alternated between luxury and mystery, had made it a unique experience.

Rumors said that those who crossed its doors left with something more than satisfaction: many claimed to have received clarity to solve complex problems, strength to face battles, or inspiration to create great works.

The presence of Sienna and her sisters, women of imposing charisma and ability, was key. Their leadership ensured that every corner of the Palace ran like a perfectly oiled machine.

Their strategies to attract the most influential nobles not only generated substantial income but also gave the Palace an almost mythical reputation. Through this prosperity, Andrew and his wives maintained a perfect balance between wealth, power, and independence.

On a quiet night, under a sky full of twinkling stars, Andrew allowed himself a respite from his arduous training. Together with his wives, he immersed himself in a moment of complete intimacy and connection.

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There was no need to be explicit in describing the warmth of the emotions shared on that evening. Soft laughter, whispers in each other’s ears, and glances full of complicity created an atmosphere of absolute harmony.

The night had fallen with its blanket of stars and the cool breeze caressed the valley like a whisper. Andrew, exhausted after a day of intense training, found refuge in the warmth of his home, a space where time seemed to stand still and the worries of the outside world faded away.

In the large room illuminated by the soft light of the lamps, his wives were waiting for him, each with an expression that spoke of complicity and love. Victoria, always so serene and strong, welcomed him with a hug that seemed to envelop his entire being. Her touch was comforting, a reminder that, despite everything he faced, she would always be there to support him.

The way she looked at him, with those eyes that contained the calm of the ocean, made him feel invincible. Carolina, with her sweet but mischievous character, offered him a smile that lit up the room.

She took his hand and led him to the center of the room, where a small dinner had been prepared. "Today you rest, Andrew," she said in her soft voice, and he couldn’t help but smile. Carolina’s joy was contagious, a balm that soothed any sorrow.

Helena and Candice, the most elegant and calculating respectively, approached with a glass of wine in their hands. "You can’t train if you don’t find balance, dear," they said in a tone that mixed concern with firmness.

She gently caressed his face, leaving a trace of indescribable warmth on his skin. Helena was his anchor, his compass in moments of uncertainty, and she always knew exactly what he needed.

Zany, as unpredictable as the fire burning in the nearby fireplace, sat down next to him and began to tell a story between laughs. Her words filled the room with life and her spontaneity reminded him that not everything in life had to be so serious. Zany was his spark, the vibrant soul that lit up every moment.

Finally, Aki watched him silently from a corner, but when he looked at her, she stood up and approached. Without saying a word, she offered him a hot tea that she had carefully prepared.

Andrew took the cup, and their fingers barely touched, but that small contact carried with it a depth that words could not reach. Aki, with her introspective serenity, spoke to the soul more than to the ears.

The group gathered on the terrace, where the stars seemed to shine brighter than ever. They sat together on a hand-woven rug, with blankets to protect them from the cold, and the silence was broken only by soft conversation and shared laughter.

Andrew felt the weight of the world fade away. There, surrounded by these extraordinary women who filled his life with love and purpose, he found a moment of pure fulfillment.

Victoria rested her head on his shoulder, while Helena arranged a blanket for him. Carolina played with his hair, amused, and Zany made jokes that provoked laughter. Aki, with her distant but warm gaze, placed her hand on his as if she wanted to transmit her strength in silence.

Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself be carried away by the warmth that enveloped him. The murmur of the wind and the calm beat of his heart synchronized with the presence of his wives.

It was in that stillness that something inside him awakened. The air seemed to be charged with energy, and a deep heartbeat resonated within him as if something ancient and powerful was responding to that unbreakable connection.

Without realizing it, he had opened a door to something bigger, something that would change his destiny forever. The night passed without interruptions, leaving a feeling of renewal in the air.

And when dawn finally broke, Andrew got up with a new sparkle in his eyes, ready to face whatever fate had in store for him. Out of nowhere, a powerful glow emerged from within Andrew for a second, but it was enough to illuminate the entire place like a sun. A golden aura covered him, his wives, his guardians, and even many others.

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Among them were Zaros and Elidyr who were at the demigods’ meeting and the glow of divinity that covered them surprised everyone. Zaros and Elidyr could only wrinkle their faces because they knew this was it and it couldn’t have come at a worse time.