I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Amir raised his hands high above his head, his presence dominating the space as he shouted the word again, ALGOS!

The villagers began moving wildly. At first, their steps were scattered, but they soon turned into a wild and untamed dance. Their feet pounded the stone floor, jerking and moving like they were puppets being controlled by the strings.

The painted patterns on their bodies seemed to glow faintly with every move, shining as the energy in the cavern grew stronger. Some spun in circles, while others jumped into the air, their arms and legs flailing as if trying to break free from their human forms.

The chants and dance mixed into a chaotic and eerie ritual that gave Julian chills. The sheer energy of it was overwhelming, both captivating and deeply unsettling.

Julian’s eyes darted between Amir, the villagers, and the glowing platform. What is this madness? He thought as he remained frozen in place, watching the surreal display unfold.

As the frenzied dance of the villagers continued, Aria, Hanus’s grandmother, stepped forward. She moved through the crowd with slow, measured steps and approached the raised platform.

She paused before the stone platform and, without a word, dropped to her knees in front of Amir. The cavern, which had been filled with the wild energy of the villagers’ chanting and dancing, fell momentarily silent.

She bowed her head deeply, her forehead almost touching the stone floor. The respect in her posture was visible, as though she were submitting herself entirely to her son’s will.

What kind of twisted power could Amir possibly hold for his own mother to make her act this way? Julian wondered.

Amir stood tall, his expression cold and impassive as he watched her. He raised a hand, signaling for her to stand.

With a calm voice, he said. “Go. It’s your turn now.” His voice was devoid of emotion, flat and commanding.

Aria’s body tensed for a moment, but she nodded solemnly, standing and turning to face the platform. With a determined look, she stepped forward and entered the circle.

The moment her feet crossed the threshold, a heavy silence settled over the cavern, as though the air itself was waiting for something.

Then, Amir’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding: Lagneia!

The word sliced through the silence, and without hesitation, the villagers erupted into action once more. The wild dance resumed along with the chants.

Aria stood still in the center of the circle, observing the madness unfolding around her. She then slowly approached Harith and kneeled beside him. She reached out to caress his chest, her touch tracing the wounds carved into his flesh.

Then, her hand moved lower. Without hesitation, her fingers brushed against his cock. Harith jerked at the sensation, his breath catching as his body reacted involuntarily to her gentle caress.

Above them, the aura that had been building on the raised platform erupted in violent surges. The shadow latched onto Amir reacted immediately, absorbing the mana with greedy fervor, its form expanding and darkening.

It wrapped around Amir’s body even more, crawling over his skin like a serpent.

Aria’s hand tightened around Harith’s cock, stroking him in slow, gentle rhythm, each stroke sending ripples of sensation through his trembling body.

Harith’s breath came in shallow gasps, his muscles trembling under the overwhelming combination of pleasure and pain. His eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the strange, commanding presence of Aria’s touch.

Meanwhile, Dakota turned her head away, unable to bear the sight unfolding before her. Her hands trembled at her sides, her face a mix of shock and discomfort as she struggled to keep herself from looking back.

Lagneia! Amir’s voice thundered again, but this time it was short and deep.

The villagers froze mid-motion, their dance stopped as if compelled by an unseen force. The silence lasted only a moment before the men and women began pairing, their bodies moving toward each other with an almost animalistic urgency.

The females’ hands sought out the males, fingers curling around their cocks with the same commanding intent Aria had shown. The cavern was filled with the sounds of breathless gasps as the villagers mirrored the intimate ritual playing out at the center of the circle.

Above them, the aura erupted once more, surging in chaotic waves. The air glowed with raw energy, and it seemed as if the very cavern strained to contain the wild energy. The shadow clinging to Amir responded, devouring the mana with a voracious hunger.

Julian watched the unfolding chaos, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and disbelief.

Am I really watching an orgy? The thought brought a small laugh to his lips. His gaze darted around the cavern, taking in the villagers’ wild intimacy as they gave up to the heat of the ritual.

His attention settled back on Aria and Harith; I did not expect the ritual to force the intimacy of family members. The thought echoed in his mind, chilling and mesmerizing all at once. He could not deny the pull of the temptations, making him rooted in place.

As he continued to watch the scene unfold, his focus was shattered by a sudden, faint voice—a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

He tensed, his head darting around in panic. No, this can’t be. Has someone noticed me? The thought sent a chill racing down his spine.

The voice came again, low and unsettling, whispering words that seemed to bypass his ears and play directly in his mind: “Till when will you hide…?”

Julian stumbled back. “Who’s there?” He whispered, his voice barely audible over the wild chants and movements around him.

The voice responded, calm yet commanding, its tone laced with an unsettling authority. “Do not fret. I do not mean any harm.”

Julian’s hands clenched at his sides as he glanced around, his voice shaking as he asked, “Who are you? What do you want?”

The voice chuckled softly, the sound echoing in his mind like a dark melody. “That matters not, Julian. What does matter is why you are here. I have been watching you… waiting for you.”

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Julian froze, his heart racing as the words sank in. “Watching me? Why?”

“To invite you,” the voice replied, its tone laced with temptation. “Be part of this ritual. Step into the circle. Embrace the power that calls to you.”