Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 247 - 247: Consequences of Touching

[: 3rd POV :]

As the sisters stood firm, challenging the cultivators from the Demonic Pavilion, a sudden shift in the atmosphere took everyone by surprise.

The air crackled with an unknown force, and a sense of impending doom loomed over the town.

"Your masters have no real power,"

Sister Hazi countered, her tone filled with dominance.

The cultivators, initially brimming with arrogance, suddenly found themselves in a state of confusion.

"W-What's happening!? What's going on!?"

One of the cultivators shrieked, his voice strained with agony as an unseen pressure bore down on them, forcing their bodies to the ground.

The ground shook beneath them, and the very air around them seemed to thicken with an ominous weight.

The entire city was brought to a standstill, paralyzed by the escalating intensity of the inexplicable force.

The cultivator bodies began trembling, unable to stand against the pressure that had been unleashed.

The residents watched in sheer horror and was truck by the sudden turn of events.

The atmosphere crackled with an eerie energy, and the once serene city was now caught in the thrones of a terrifying master.

The once-solid earth seemed to mold itself to the shapes of their bodies.

It was a display of the unseen power's might.

Sounds of bones being pressed and the horrific cries of pain reverberated through the air.

It filled the surroundings with an eerie symphony of suffering.

Some of the cultivators, unable to withstand the excruciating pressure, vomited blood, their bodies succumbing to the overwhelming force.

"Team Leader! W-What do we do!?"

One of the cultivators pleaded, desperation and fear lacing his voice.

He seeks hope in the midst of the unimaginable torment.

"J-Just wait till the pressure is gone,"

The Team Leader responded, his voice tinged with a hint of hopelessness.

With no comprehension of how to escape or counter the relentless force, he could offer no solution but to cling onto a desperate hope that the pressure would cease.

The struggle against the unseen force continued.

With the cultivators writhing in agony, they were helpless in the face of an overpowering and inexplicable entity that held them captive in its grip.

The onlookers, gripped by a mixture of horror and awe, watched the unfolding calamity with a sense of disbelief as the ground's distortion.

"B-But till w-when? I can't seem to hold on any longer!"

One of the cultivators cried out with his voice strained with agony.

The pressure had become unbearable, and he vomited blood, his body contorting and bones audibly cracking with each passing second.

The Team Leader, overwhelmed and hopeless, couldn't offer a response.

He, too, felt the weight of powerlessness, with no answers or solutions to the unfathomable situation they found themselves in.

As desperation gripped the cultivators, a chilling voice pierced through the chaos, calling out to them.

However, instead of comfort, it instilled an immediate fear that seeped into the very core of their existence.

The voice was eerie and ominous, sending a shiver down their spines and intensifying the dread that had already taken hold.

"Do you think all of you can escape from this unscathed?"

A chilling voice echoed through the chaos.

Suddenly, the already unbearable pressure intensified, almost tripling in intensity, causing more bone-breaking sounds to fill the air.

The cultivators, already writhing in agony, felt the elevated force pressing down on them with even more excruciating power.

"For touching the hand of one of your youngest disciple and the daughter of our Father, the Sect Master!"

The voice continued, its tone dripping with an ominous warning, shrouded in a sense of divine retribution.

The cultivators, now gripped by terror and confusion, attempted to process the message.

They were now facing the consequences of their actions, and the magnitude of their offense became terrifyingly apparent in the increased torment they suffered.

The pressure, now intensified, pushed them to the brink of collapse, both physically and emotionally.

The ominous voice had brought upon them a divine fury that they couldn't begin to comprehend.

Hazia's eyes blazed with a chilling madness, her expression a mix of fury and intense protectiveness.

The scene unfolded as though a sacred boundary had been violated, leaving Clarosia's very presence tainted by the actions of the cultivators.

"H-Huh?"

The cultivators, already engulfed in pain and dread, attempted to focus on the woman whose voice emanated with sheer fury.

As their gazes fixed upon Hazia, a wave of terror surged through their beings.

Her eyes, reflecting an unfathomable wrath, instilled a profound fear in their hearts.

It made them quiver with a terror they couldn't fully comprehend.

It was a moment of absolute dread, as the cultivators, already wracked with agony and fear, now faced the piercing gaze and furious demeanor of Hazia.

Her fury seemed to have transcended the realm of mortal emotions, filling the air with an aura of absolute terror that shook them to their core.

They felt as though they had crossed a line they should have never approached.

And now, the consequences of their actions were unfold in a fearsome display of divine wrath.

"W-Who are you?"

The Captain questioned, his voice tinged with fear and desperation, as Hazia approached, her presence emanating an eerie and unsettling aura.

"Who are we? You have no right to know,"

Hazia replied coldly, her voice carrying a tone of absolute authority and an otherworldly confidence that sent shivers down their spines.

As she walked closer, an eerie smile graced Hazia's face.

And her eyes alight with an uncanny glow that seemed to pierce through the Captain's very soul.

The sight sent a jolt of terror through him and he screamed with sheer fear and desperation.

"G-Get away from me!"

The Captain's cry rang out with a sense of urgency and terror.

With the desperation in his voice mirroring the overwhelming fear that had taken hold of him.

The others around, already on edge and witnessing this unnerving exchange, couldn't comprehend the sheer intensity and otherworldly presence exuded by Hazia.

Their collective fear and horror grew as they watched the Captain's terrifying reaction to the menacing demeanor of the woman before them.

The atmosphere crackled with an overwhelming sense of dread and impending doom.

As they stood witness to a force beyond their understanding, it left them quaking with fear and uncertainty.

As the Captain attempted to flee from Hazia's unnerving presence, the intensified pressure pinned him in place, rendering his efforts futile.

Struggling against the force that held him in its grip, he grappled with the helplessness of his situation.

His movements restricted and futile against the overwhelming power.

"However,"

Hazia's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, her pause creating a moment of eerie suspense that hung heavy in the air.

The bystanders, already on edge and consumed by fear, felt the weight of anticipation as her words lingered in the unsettling silence.

The pause had sent shivers through those around them.

"For making contact with Clarosia without any permission is a huge sin,"

Hazia declared, her words ringing with an ominous finality.

The gravity of her statement hung heavily in the air, the weight of her declaration amplifying the fear and tension surrounding the group.

The announcement seemed to carry an unwritten law, one that transcended the boundaries of the sect the cultivators belonged to.

The intensity in Hazia's words bore the weight of an unforgivable transgression.

There wasn't any explicit rule within the Heavenly Harem Sect that explicitly forbade small physical contact with others, particularly someone like Clarosia.

However, the unwavering severity of Hazia's words implied a rule stemming from a different source.

It was the cult that Fresia and the rest had established.

This unspoken law, born from the beliefs of their own group.

It carried an immense significance, one that invoked a chilling sense of consequences for its violation.

The air crackled with an intense sense of betrayal and dread.

As Hazia's declaration hung in the air, enforcing a rule that carried the weight of a grave sin.

It was one that had been created and enforced by their own cult.

Because of that, they had treat each other as sacred beings that can't be touch except for their sect master.

"Which is why, you should die,"

Hazia declared, her voice eerily calm and carrying an unsettling finality.

The group's Team Leader, already overwhelmed by the inexplicable situation, found himself thrown into a whirlwind of confusion and despair.

Tears streamed down his face and he was in fear in the face of Hazia's chilling declaration.

"W-What?"

He stammered, his voice tinged with utter confusion and desperation.

The enormity of the moment had rendered him incapable of comprehending the dire consequences of their actions.

He grappled with an overwhelming sense of disorientation, unable to grasp the severity of Hazia's words.

The surreal nature of the situation intensified the Team Leader's confusion, the stark contrast between Hazia's peaceful tone and the ominous nature of her words leaving him utterly lost.

He stood frozen, his mind racing with a mixture of fear, disbelief, and a desperate attempt to make sense of the inexplicable turn of events.

The tears streaming down his face were a visceral reflection of the terror and confusion that engulfed him.

It left him unable to process the impending gravity of Hazia's proclamation.