The Promise of Lust Goddess

6th Realm, Devil Mountain

The cold winds howled through the Devil Mountain. In the heart of the rocky terrain, Kent stood unmoving, balancing on the toes of one foot, his hands held together in a lotus mudra. 

The scriptures floated before him, their golden leaves flipping on their own. His body was bare except for a cloth made of tree fibers, his once-dazzling aura now absorbed into the essence of the ritual. His focus was absolute, his breath slow and controlled, as he maintained the sacred tantric stance necessary for summoning the Three-Phased God.

Suddenly the space distorted before Kent. The Lust Goddess appeared in a soft glow of pink and gold light, standing just a few feet away from Kent. She had been watching over him for a while, but he never turned to acknowledge her. He couldn't afford distractions. His eyes remained fixed on the scriptures, his mind entrenched in divine concentration.