Recap of the Previous Chapter
The Vault had revealed its true nature—a labyrinthine prison of gilded chains and twisted illusions. Jemil and his beasts had fought through floors of traps and corrupted creatures, barely holding onto their cohesion as a team. At the heart of it, the Mistress of Shackles emerged, her golden chains writhing like living serpents. She did more than attack—they tested their loyalty, their restraint, and their deepest desires. And now, standing at the threshold of her chamber, the battle was about to escalate into something far more intimate than Jemil ever expected.
Main Story
The chamber opened like a maw of polished gold and steel, the air thick with a sweet metallic tang that made Jemil's pulse quicken. Every surface shimmered with a mirrored glow, reflecting not just the light of their auras, but their own faces back at them—faces twisted in determination, lust, and fear.
