NTR SAGAS

In the outskirts of the kingdom, a mysterious black portal loomed in the darkness with few warriors and adventurers standing around, armed to the full.

But their expressions were one of shock and disbelief as just a few seconds ago, the princess of this kingdom had stepped into it without much hesitation.

The moment Olivia stepped into the foreboding threshold of the Labyrinth of Doom, she felt a sense of desolation washing over her.

The once bustling entrance was now shrouded in silence; the thrill-seekers and adventure hunters who once dared to tread here had vanished, replaced only by ominous whispers of their ill-fated journeys. But instead of instilling fear, it fueled Olivia's spirit of adventure, her heart pounding with exhilaration.

"Are they really that afraid?" she murmured, looking around the vast, menacing maze. It was hard to believe that people were petrified of the labyrinth that had been standing in the outskirts of the kingdom for so many years. For her, it was a chance to test her mettle, to prove to herself that she was different.

With a confident stride, she ventured deeper into the labyrinth. The air around her seemed to constrict, the very walls whispering tales of danger. But Olivia was undeterred. She was a Spirit Master at the fifth level, a realm of power that even her mother hadn't achieved at her age. She felt an indomitable strength surging within her, as she prepared to face whatever threats lay ahead.

As if on cue, the labyrinth awakened. Dark, menacing creatures lunged at her from hidden corners, their grotesque figures seeming to melt out from the labyrinth's shadowy crevices. With a swift movement, she pulled out her weapon, her eyes glowing with unflinching resolve.

With grace and precision, Olivia cut through the monstrous horde, each swing of her weapon eliminating an enemy. Her speed and power were blinding, her movements an exquisite dance of destruction. The monsters fell one by one, barely leaving a scratch on her. Her aura glowed brilliantly with each defeated enemy, marking her strength and prowess.

But even as she fought, Olivia didn't lose sight of her surroundings. She made mental notes of the labyrinth's layout, preparing herself for the deeper, more dangerous layers. Her heart pounded with anticipation and excitement. The labyrinth was living up to its dreadful reputation, but Olivia was ready. She was in her element, thriving in the face of danger and finding the experience more exhilarating than she ever imagined.

As Olivia finally stepped into the grandiose hall, her eyes were drawn to an object gleaming brightly at the other end. There, nestled upon a pedestal bathed in a shaft of silver light, was an impressive sword. Its hilt was encrusted with precious gemstones that shimmered in the dim illumination, while the blade itself was an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, its silver sheen hinting at an ancient and powerful origin.

A grin spread across Olivia's face, "A worthy treasure indeed," she murmured, the thrill of discovery quickening her pulse. She moved cautiously towards it, her trained senses keenly aware of any potential traps that could spring up from the labyrinth's deceptive terrain.

Just as her fingers were about to caress the sword's hilt, she felt a subtle shift in the air. Without a moment's hesitation, she leaped aside, narrowly evading a dagger that whistled through the space she had occupied just moments before. The deadly projectile whirred past her, nipping off a strand of her snow-white hair in its deadly path.

"Who's there?!" she exclaimed, turning around with lethal intent, only to find herself gazing at a man of extraordinary charm.

He stood tall, his physique a fine blend of strength and elegance, wrapped in a pristine white robe. His luscious black hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing a face so perfectly chiseled that it seemed to have been sculpted by the divine. The man's eyes were like pools of the darkest night, radiating an enticing yet dangerous allure. Yet, his hands were empty of any weapon.

"You have good reflexes," the man said, his voice as smooth as the finest silk, "Not many can evade my throws."

Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, her instincts on high alert. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice echoing in the cavernous hall, "And how did you manage to hide in here?" Olivia was certain she was alone since she took pride in her senses unless…he was some great expert, though his young looks made it for her to believe that.

Maybe he had some kind of treasure to hide his presence, though she also knew he had some skill to throw a dagger at her like that.

With an air of nonchalance, the man took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Olivia. His lips curled into a playful smirk as he responded, "Just like the moon hides behind the clouds, I chose to remain unseen until the right moment. As for my identity..." he glanced at the powerful sword she was so close to claiming, "Consider me a fellow adventurer captivated by the allure of this labyrinth."

His voice was soft yet held an undercurrent of magnetism that was hard to ignore. He added in an appreciative tone, his eyes subtly flickering over Olivia, "But it seems the labyrinth isn't the only thing here possessing a captivating allure."

Olivia's eyes fluttered as if his words were like music that resounded with her soul, making her cheeks warm with a soft blush.

But she swiftly collected herself, her gaze hardening like a warrior poised for battle. "Your words might be charming, but they won't beguile me," she warned, her voice ringing with unmistakable determination.

With a swift, fluid motion, Olivia brandished her gleaming sword, its blade catching the meager light that permeated the labyrinth's interior. She stepped defiantly in front of the radiant ancient sword, positioning herself as a shield between the stranger and her well-deserved treasure.

"I suggest you turn back the way you came," she asserted with a steely voice. "This treasure belongs to me. If you believe otherwise, you can choose to fight me, but I warn you, you will die trying."