​In the sixth volume of Eden’s Curse, the high-stakes survival of the Harvest Festival reaches a fever pitch as George Lydia and his companions are thrust into the lethal ecosystem of the Forest of Golems. No longer within the controlled walls of the Academy, the group must navigate The Trials of the Three Zones, each guarded by ancient, biological malice.

​The journey begins in the suffocating marshes of Zone A, where they are hunted by Jenny Greenteeth, a teleporting reaper of the reeds. After a desperate gambit to lure her into the parched dunes of Zone B, George’s leadership is tested against Giant Scarabs and a towering Sand Colossus. However, the desert also holds secrets; beneath the sands, George encounters the enigmatic Golem Maker, Elijah Xeroxes, who reveals George’s destiny as a "Seer" and bestows upon him Ascalon, the legendary Saint’s Blade—a weapon that doubles his power but judges his very soul.

​The volume culminates in the grey, bone-strewn depths of Zone C. Here, the group faces their greatest nightmare: the Sovereign of Marrow, a methodical Bone Golem that has slaughtered scores of Harvesters. In a final, climactic confrontation, George’s latent Seer powers awaken, granting him a haunting vision of the Golem’s true identity—the cursed, eternal remains of Yehudah Iscariot.
​Though they emerge as survivors and return to the metallic cold of the Factory, the triumph is hollow. Carrying the weight of the fallen and the burden of his new silver markings, George realizes that the Harvest was merely one stage in a much darker, divine game. A Child of Eden has arrived, but the curse of Eden has always been.

​They moved through the Factory not as victors, but as survivors carrying the weight of the dead. Following the slow, rhythmic shuffle of other attendees, George, Nana, and Kayn navigated a labyrinth of suspended pathways. The towering machinery, which had once seemed like a marvel of progress, now felt cold and indifferent. Below them, self-assembling automatons polished the floors with a mechanical precision that felt jarring against the raw, jagged memories of the forest. The conduits pulsating with raw arcane energy hummed with a low, persistent thrum, and the ethereal wisps of light dancing through the air seemed to mock the darkness still clinging to their souls.


​The journey through the Factory was no longer a spectacle; it was a grueling reminder of the world they had been pulled back into—a world of cold metal and calculated power. Finally, they emerged into the Grand Auditorium. The space was vast, but instead of the usual excitement, a heavy, suffocating silence hung over the tiers of seating. 


The murmurs that rippled through the hall weren't filled with the thrill of discovery, but with the hushed, somber tones of those who had seen too much. It was a low hum of collective grief that swelled and receded like a funeral tide. Every eye was fixed on the grand stage, but the gaze was weary, haunted by the faces of those who hadn't made it back. They waited for the iconic silhouette of Grand-Magi Gold-Crest to appear, but the air didn't feel enchanted—it felt thick with the pressure of what was to come. The promise of new magical discoveries and groundbreaking inventions now felt hollow, overshadowed by the grim reality of the trial they had just endured. The sheer spectacle of the Grand-Magi's presence loomed over them, a final, daunting weight in an atmosphere already heavy with loss and unanswered questions.


Chapter 34 - Chapt. 34: The Grand Auditorium