Evon Wang had never feared death. He was a man of logic, ambition, and endless curiosity. But when the plane he was on plunged into an eerie storm of unnatural colors, he felt something he never had before—an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
The turbulence had started like any other storm, but when the sky outside the window turned violet and emerald streaks cut through the clouds, passengers began to scream. The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, panic seeping through his professional tone.
"Mayday! Mayday! We've lost control—!"
The plane lurched violently, throwing Evon against his seatbelt. Oxygen masks dropped. The overhead compartments burst open, spilling luggage into the aisle. The cries of the passengers mixed with the deafening sound of the engines failing.
Then, silence.
Time slowed as Evon looked outside. The sky had transformed into a swirling vortex of colors he couldn't comprehend, warping and shifting as if reality itself was breaking. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He exhaled sharply, accepting the inevitable.
A whisper, soft and sultry, reached his ears. A voice that did not belong in this world.
*"You have been chosen. A world without men awaits... Will you guide them?"*
Before he could process the words, a golden light engulfed his vision. His body felt weightless, his mind slipping into a void of warmth and darkness.
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Evon gasped as he woke up, feeling the softness of grass beneath him. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and something else—something intoxicating. He blinked against the harsh sunlight and sat up. His body felt different, lighter, stronger.
And then he saw them.
A group of women, unlike anything he had ever seen before, stood before him, their eyes wide with shock, curiosity, and something deeper—something primal.
The first woman had fiery red hair cascading down her back in thick waves, her golden eyes glowing like molten lava. Her exposed shoulders and arms bore faint flickers of flame, as if fire itself danced across her sun-kissed skin. She was breathtaking, her full lips curled into a smirk that exuded confidence and an untamed, passionate energy. A deep crimson dress clung to her curvaceous figure, exposing enough to hint at her toned physique beneath. The very air around her shimmered with heat, as if she carried the essence of fire itself.
Next to her stood a tall, statuesque woman with smooth, dark blue skin. Her long silver hair floated gently, as if carried by an invisible current. Her deep, liquid-blue eyes shimmered like the ocean, vast and endless. Water droplets clung to her body, reflecting the sunlight like scattered diamonds. Her slender yet toned form was wrapped in a flowing garment that seemed to be made of pure water, shifting and reforming as she moved. She radiated a calm, almost hypnotic grace, like the slow ebb and flow of the tides.
To the side, another woman with golden, sun-kissed skin and deep emerald eyes watched him with intense focus. She exuded strength, her muscular yet feminine figure adorned with swirling tribal markings that glowed faintly under the sunlight. Her dark, braided hair cascaded over her broad shoulders, framing a face that was both fierce and beautiful. Her attire consisted of a form-fitting leather outfit, decorated with beads and feathers, designed for both mobility and combat. She carried an air of authority, as if she had spent her life protecting something sacred.
Further back, a woman with cybernetic enhancements studied him with cold calculation. Her limbs were partially metallic, sleek and advanced, glowing with neon blue circuits that pulsed faintly beneath her pale, synthetic skin. Her silver eyes scanned him with machine-like precision, her dark bodysuit fitting snugly over her slender yet curvaceous figure. She had an almost otherworldly beauty, a fusion of advanced technology and human elegance. Wires coiled along her arms, leading to intricate implants on her back that occasionally flickered with energy.
Another woman stood apart, her dark horns curling from her forehead as her leathery, bat-like wings folded neatly behind her. Her skin was a shade of deep violet, and her eyes, slitted like a predator's, gleamed with a mixture of amusement and hunger. Her long, inky-black hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with the intricate golden tattoos that adorned her body. She wore a revealing yet regal outfit of black silk and gold chains, each piece accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her tail swayed behind her lazily, as if already contemplating how to wrap itself around him.
A single thought crashed into Evon's mind: *Where the hell am I?*
Before he could speak, the red-haired woman stepped forward, her voice sultry yet commanding. "You... you are a man. How is that possible?"
Evon frowned, glancing around. The landscape was alien yet stunning—rolling green fields, floating islands in the distance, waterfalls that defied gravity. But her words caught him off guard.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
The blue-skinned woman stepped forward, tilting her head. "Men do not exist in this world. We are the daughters of the Ancients, the last remnants of our kind."
Evon's mind reeled. *A world without men? Then how...?*
The tribal-marked woman narrowed her eyes. "And yet, you stand before us. That alone means something."
Before he could respond, a sharp pain lanced through his skull. Images flooded his mind—visions of these women, their futures, their struggles, their desires. He saw glimpses of them crying out in anguish, desperate for something they could not name. He saw their loneliness, their longing, their frustration. And he saw himself, guiding them, claiming them, fulfilling a role that had been missing for generations.
The images sharpened—he saw an elegant elven queen standing atop a ruined palace, sorrow in her emerald eyes; a fierce draconic warrior soaring through the sky, searching for something more than battle; an angelic woman kneeling in prayer, her hands trembling as if she was resisting some forbidden temptation. And he saw cybernetic women in an ancient, abandoned city, staring at a flickering hologram that seemed to show him.
When the pain subsided, he found himself breathing heavily. He looked up at the women, his vision sharper, his understanding deeper.
"I see your futures," he murmured, testing the words. "I see what you need."
The red-haired woman's golden eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Evon pushed himself up, standing tall. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he was certain of one thing now.
He was meant to be here.
And these women were his to guide, to help, to claim.
A slow, confident smile spread across his lips. "Let's just say... I know exactly how to make your lives better."
The fire-woman stepped closer, the heat radiating from her making the air shimmer. "Prove it."
Before Evon could respond, a shadow passed over the group. A deafening roar split the air, shaking the ground beneath them. The women turned sharply, eyes filled with both recognition and alarm.
High above, wings spread wide, hovered a towering figure—massive, with scales that shimmered like molten gold. A draconic woman, easily twice the size of the others, descended gracefully, her piercing golden eyes locking onto Evon.
"A male?" Her voice rumbled, filled with ancient authority. "I will be the judge of that."
The red-haired woman beside Evon smirked. "Looks like your test has arrived."
Evon exhaled slowly, feeling a thrill unlike anything he had experienced before.
If this was his new world, then he was ready to embrace it. Fully.
Evon stood frozen as the golden-scaled draconic woman descended, her massive wings folding behind her with a gust of wind that sent leaves and dust swirling around them. Her armor, composed of interlocking plates of obsidian and gold, gleamed under the twin suns hanging in the sky. She was easily seven feet tall, her muscular yet impossibly feminine frame radiating power and authority. Her golden eyes locked onto his, unblinking, analyzing, measuring.
She landed with a soft thud, the ground beneath her feet cracking slightly from the impact. Unlike the others, who regarded him with curiosity or intrigue, her gaze was filled with scrutiny and something else—challenge.
"You claim to see our futures?" Her voice was like rolling thunder, smooth yet commanding. She took a slow step forward, her tail swishing behind her. "Then tell me, what do you see of mine?"
Evon swallowed, feeling the weight of her presence pressing against him. This was no ordinary woman. She radiated the aura of a warrior, a queen, a being that had ruled over her domain without question. But as his strange ability stirred, his vision blurred for a moment, and images flooded his mind once more.
He saw her standing atop a mountain of bones, her blade dripping with blood. He saw her soaring through the sky, flames erupting from her mouth, lighting the night ablaze. And then he saw her—alone, staring at a darkened sky, longing for something that no battle, no conquest, could ever give her.
Companionship. Purpose. A mate worthy of her strength.
He inhaled sharply as the vision faded, locking eyes with her once more. "I see a warrior unmatched in battle," he said, voice steady. "A queen feared by all who oppose her. But beneath it, I see a heart weighed down by solitude, a longing for something more than war. You seek a challenge not in battle, but in something far more elusive."
For the first time, the draconic woman's expression faltered. A flicker of something—surprise?—passed through her eyes. Then, her lips curled into a smirk. "Bold words, human," she murmured, circling him slowly. "But words are cheap."
She moved in a flash, her clawed hand darting toward his throat.
Evon's instincts kicked in, and he stepped back just in time, the tips of her claws grazing his skin. He barely had time to react before she struck again, this time aiming lower. He twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The other women watched in tense silence. The red-haired fire woman grinned, clearly enjoying the spectacle. The cybernetic woman narrowed her silver eyes, as if analyzing every movement. The water woman's expression remained serene, but her fingers twitched, ready to intervene if necessary.
Evon knew he couldn't match her in raw strength. But he didn't have to.
As she lunged once more, he stepped forward instead of back. It was a gamble, but it worked. She hadn't expected it, and in that split second of hesitation, he reached up and caught her wrist.
A mistake.
Her strength was overwhelming. The moment he made contact, he felt like he was trying to hold back a landslide. But even as she overpowered him, something happened.
A surge of warmth spread from where their skin met. Her golden eyes widened slightly, and Evon felt it too—an electric pull between them, something primal, something neither of them had expected.
She yanked her arm back, staring at him with narrowed eyes. Her breathing was heavier, her chest rising and falling. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.
"You are… interesting," she admitted at last, her smirk returning. "Perhaps you are not as weak as I assumed."
The fire woman stepped forward, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "That's the most praise I've heard her give anyone in years."
The draconic woman snorted but said nothing. Instead, she turned, her wings spreading wide once more. "We shall see if you truly have the strength to guide us," she said. "I will be watching you, Evon Wang."
With that, she took to the sky, her powerful wings beating against the air as she ascended. The other women watched her depart before turning their gazes back to him.
Evon exhaled, rolling his shoulders. He had just arrived in this world, but it was clear—his journey was only beginning.
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