Heavenly Harem Sect



The aftermath of the onslaught of the 1000 cultivators had left a deep impact on Makina.

The echoes of the clash reverberated in her mind, the sheer magnitude of Daniel's power having etched itself into her memory.

She had borne witness to a display of strength that transcended her previous understanding.

Words seemed inadequate to capture the essence of what she had seen and felt.

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Daniel's prowess had shattered the very foundation of their opposition.

"Unbelievable," she muttered softly to herself, her gaze fixed on Daniel.

Her eyes held a mixture of astonishment and admiration, a testament to the profound effect his actions had on her.

Previously, Makina had heard from the guards the grim account of how Daniel had single-handedly defeated all 100 cultivators.

The tales had circulated among them, but experiencing the aftermath with her own eyes had taken the impact to an entirely different level.

Now, as the scene unfolded before her, the destruction left in the wake of Daniel's power was vivid and undeniable.

The residual energy of the confrontation still lingered in the air, a testament to the force that had been unleashed.

The disarray, the shock, and the aftermath of the battle were all etched into the landscape.

The remnants of the once-fierce cultivators now lay defeated, a stark contrast to the display of strength they had initially projected.

Makina's thoughts raced as she grappled with the reality before her.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was the level of strength possessed by every cultivator.

However, a sense of scepticism tugged at her. She knew that what she was witnessing was not the norm.

It was undeniable that Daniel's power exceeded the boundaries of what she had imagined possible.

His command over the situation had been unwavering.

The sight of him standing amidst the aftermath, untouched and unscathed, was a scene that she would never forget.

As her gaze remained fixed on Daniel, she felt a mixture of admiration, reverence, and a healthy dose of affection.

The true extent of his capabilities was shrouded in mystery, leaving her to contemplate just how far his strength could reach.

The realization settled upon her like a heavy truth.

And so, amidst the ruins of the confrontation, Makina found herself grappling with the realization that she stood in the presence of a force that was beyond the ordinary.

Cecilia, perceptive as always, noticed Makina's reaction and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, Makina, what do you think?"

Startled by the question, Makina turned to face Cecilia, her thoughts still a whirlwind of emotions.

She struggled to find words to articulate her feelings.

"It's... it's..."

Makina stumbled over her words, searching for a way to express the awe that had settled in her heart.

Cecilia's teasing smile widened. "It's awesome, right?"

Makina nodded slowly, her expression a mixture of reverence and wonder.

Her admiration for Daniel's strength was undeniable, and she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him.

"He's not just powerful," Cecilia continued, her tone softening.

"He's kinda cool...''

Cecilia nodded again, her thoughts aligning with her words.

Cecilia's gaze softened, her eyes holding a warmth that only a woman who truly understood could convey.

"It's okay to be speechless in the face of something extraordinary, Makina. That's how you know you've witnessed something truly remarkable."

Makina met Cecilia's gaze, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes.

As the aftermath of the battle unfolded around them, the two women stood in quiet awe of the man who had single-handedly turned the tides of the confrontation.

With a gentle smile, Cecilia patted Makina's shoulder.

"Come on, let's regroup. There's much to discuss, and I'm sure Daniel wants to see you again."

Makina nodded, her heart still racing with the impact of what she had witnessed.

Cecilia's gentle touch guided Makina back to her room, recognizing the need for her to rest after the overwhelming experience of witnessing Daniel's unprecedented strength. 

"Daniel would be here in a while," Cecilia informed her, her voice reassuring in the face of the uncertainty that had settled within Makina.

Now lying on her bed, Makina replayed the scene in her mind.

She had gained a glimpse into Daniel's immense power, a power that had left her both in awe and a touch nervous.

"H-He will be coming here?"

The question slipped from Makina's lips, her voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.

"That's right. After all, he's concerned about you," Cecilia replied with a small, knowing smile.

Her words held a warmth that echoed the sentiments of someone who understood the impact that Daniel's actions had on those around him.

"He's concerned about me?"

Makina's voice wavered slightly, a strange warmth blooming in her stomach.

It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that she couldn't quite explain.

It wasn't a threat or discomfort; rather, it felt oddly comforting.

Cecilia's smile grew, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of understanding and amusement. "Yes, he is. Daniel has a way of looking out for those he cares about."

Makina's lips curled into a small smile.

It was a novel feeling, knowing that someone like Daniel, whose power and aura were unmatched, would take the time to show concern for her well-being.

As she lay on her bed, her thoughts turned to her condition.

The plague had left her skin afflicted, a constant reminder of her vulnerability.

She had no arms, a physical limitation that had shaped her existence.

But even in the face of these challenges, the fact that Daniel would show genuine concern toward her stirred a warm feeling in her heart.

With a contented sigh, Makina rested her eyes, allowing the sensation of comfort and security to wash over her.

"Makina, are you feeling alright?"

The sound of Daniel's voice filled the room, his entrance accompanied by a bright smile that seemed to erase the memory of his previous overwhelming display.

Watching Daniel step into the room, Makina felt a mixture of shock and surprise.

It was as if the events of the battle had been swept away by his cheerful demeanour.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine," Makina replied, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

His smile only widened, and Daniel's tone carried a teasing note.

"You don't have to be nervous around me."

"Alright," Makina nodded, making an effort to calm the fluttering nerves that had taken residence in her chest.

She felt a sense of relief that Daniel was approachable, despite his awe-inspiring strength.

"So, what do you think about this place?"

Daniel's curiosity shone through as he posed the question.

"It's fantastic, and I've never seen anything like it before," Makina answered with genuine honesty.

Her eyes sparkled as she took in the beauty of the room, an environment that was a stark contrast to the battlefield she had just witnessed.

"But... can you give me a couple of days to think before becoming your disciple...?"

Makina's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

The weight of her decision loomed before her, and she needed time to process everything.

"That's fine, Makina. Take the time you need, together with your sister Marin," Daniel reassured her, his understanding tone putting her at ease.

Makina felt a sense of relief wash over her.

Daniel's response was exactly what she needed, patience and understanding.

It was a testament to his nature, a master who valued not just women, but also the individual choices of those who chose to follow him.

As their conversation continued, Makina found herself feeling more at ease in Daniel's presence.

The awe and nervousness that had initially gripped her heart began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of genuine connection.

And as she looked at him, the man whose strength had once seemed insurmountable, she felt a spark of yearning ignite within her.

It was a yearning to not just witness his power but to get nearer to him, to become someone who could stand alongside him and contribute to the cause he embodied.

Makina was acutely aware that her desires might be asking for too much.

After a conversation with Cecilia that had shed light on the requirements of becoming Daniel's disciple, a cloud of hesitation descended upon her.

The gravity of the decision weighed heavily on her heart.

It wasn't just her life that would be influenced, her sister Marin's fate was intertwined with her own.

The impact of the choice they made would reverberate through both of their lives.

The spectacle of Daniel's overwhelming power had left an indelible mark on her psyche.

She couldn't deny the palpable safety that being within the confines of this land, under his vigilant protection, provided.

However, the prospect of accepting the role of his disciple was not without its rules.

Makina grappled with the complexity of the situation.

She knew that opportunities often demanded sacrifices, and she questioned the extent to which Daniel's help could reshape their lives.

Doubts lingered, manifesting as unspoken questions in her mind.

Why would someone of Daniel's calibre wish to embrace individuals like her and Marin, who bore the scars of affliction and could hardly be called conventionally beautiful?

Yet, amid these contemplations, Makina's unwavering priorities remained fixed.

The well-being and survival of both her and Marin.

Their lives were interwoven, their bond unbreakable, and any decision they made would have a profound impact on their shared future.

Somewhere within her, a decision might have been quietly made, but Makina recognized the importance of further exploration and understanding.

She desired a more comprehensive picture of this sect, its dynamics, and how her sister Marin would fit into it.

Only through such exploration could she gather the knowledge needed to make a decision that would forever shape their destiny.,