I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Zafron took a deep breath, steadying himself as he approached the imposing gate before them. It loomed large with a structure of swirling mists and shimmering energy. As they drew near, the gate seemed to sense their presence, slowly opening with a soundless motion. The group stepped through, and Zafron felt a shiver run down his spine as the gate closed behind them with a soft whoosh.

The landscape that greeted them was surprisingly serene. A lush meadow stretched out before them, dotted with wildflowers in a riot of colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooms, and in the distance, Zafron could make out the faint outline of mountains against a pastel sky.

'This seems... too peaceful,' Zafron thought, his eyes scanning the terrain for any sign of danger. 'Surely the trial can't be this simple.'

As they began to walk, Zafron remained vigilant, his mind racing. 'There has to be a way to get through this without sacrificing anyone,' he mused. 'These women, they're all too good to be true... It would be a shame to lose any of them.'

His gaze drifted to Aurelia, who walked with surprising grace despite the weight of her jewels. She held a small, ornate pouch in one hand, occasionally glancing at it with a mixture of concern.

'I wonder what's in there,' Zafron thought. 'Something valuable, no doubt. But valuable how? And to whom?'

His attention was drawn away by Calista's presence. Even in this ethereal realm, her beauty was breathtaking. Zafron found himself comparing her to Aphrodite, and to his surprise, he found Calista more appealing. Where Aphrodite was divine perfection, Calista was... attainable perfection. She was the embodiment of every beauty standard he'd ever held, as if plucked directly from his deepest fantasies.

Thera's cheerful voice broke through his reverie. "Isn't this place wonderful, my lord?" she chirped, her face lit up with a broad smile. "The flowers here, they're unlike anything I've ever seen!"

Zafron couldn't help but smile back. Thera's enthusiasm was infectious, her joy almost childlike in its purity. She walked closest to him, occasionally brushing against his arm as if seeking reassurance in his presence.

"It is beautiful," Zafron agreed, his voice cautious. "But we must remain alert. Beauty can often hide danger."

Calista nodded approvingly at his words, her eyes scanning the horizon. She moved with graceful purpose, every step measured and elegant. Zafron noticed she spoke little, seemingly more focused on their surroundings and perhaps her own thoughts.

As they walked, Thera's chatter filled the air. "Oh, look at those butterflies! And those strange birds in the distance! My lord, have you ever seen anything like them?"

Zafron shook his head, both in response to her question and in amusement at her boundless curiosity. 'She's so open, so unguarded,' he thought. 'Is that strength or weakness in a place like this?'

As much as he wanted to get to know this women more and perhaps not see them as assets, forming any connection here with them was unwise and frankly stupid. One of these women held the key to him leaving here and back to the mortal world.

Judge him or not for accessing them as the assets or tools they were outrightly stated to be, it made no difference to him. At the end, if what the goddess, Aphrodite said was true, two out of them would be left behind anyways. No point trying to start something that bad no visible reward in sight.

His best bet was accessing each woman so that when the time came to make a choice arrived, he would be ready and we'll equipped.

After what felt like hours of walking, a structure appeared in the distance. As they drew closer, Zafron realized it was a bridge spanning a wide chasm. The bridge looked solid enough, made of sturdy wood and rope, with ornate carvings along its railings.

"Well, this looks straightforward enough," Aurelia commented, her first words in quite some time. "Shall we cross?"

Zafron hesitated, studying the bridge intently. "It seems safe," he mused aloud, "but appearances can be deceiving. We should proceed with caution."

They began to cross, the bridge creaking softly under their weight. Zafron led the way, with Thera close behind, followed by Calista, and Aurelia bringing up the rear.

Halfway across, Zafron felt a change in the air. The gentle breeze suddenly died, leaving an eerie stillness. He paused, every sense on high alert.

"My lord?" Thera's voice was tinged with concern. "Is something wrong?"

Before Zafron could respond, a low rumble filled the air. The bridge began to tremble beneath their feet.

"Run!" Zafron shouted, grabbing Thera's hand and pulling her forward.

The peaceful scene transformed in an instant. The sky darkened, flashes of lightning illuminating the now-roiling chasm below. The bridge swayed violently, planks creaking and ropes straining.

Aurelia stumbled, her jewels weighing her down. "I can't... I can't move fast enough!" she cried out, panic clear in her voice.

Calista turned back, reaching for Aurelia's hand. "Leave the jewels!" she shouted over the growing roar of the wind. "They're not worth your life!"

Zafron's mind raced. 'We're not going to make it,' he realized with growing horror. 'The bridge is falling apart too quickly.'

As if in response to his thoughts, a section of the bridge ahead of them collapsed, leaving a gaping hole. Thera gasped, clinging tighter to Zafron's hand.

"We're trapped!" she cried, her earlier cheer replaced by terror.

Zafron looked back. The bridge behind them was disintegrating rapidly. They were stuck in the middle, with no way forward and no way back.

'Think!' Zafron commanded himself. 'There has to be a solution. There has to be a way to save everyone.'

But as another violent tremor shook the bridge, sending splinters of wood flying, a sickening realization settled in Zafron's gut. They were out of time. Out of options.

He looked at each woman in turn. Thera, wide-eyed and trembling. Calista, her perfect composure finally cracking to reveal fear beneath. Aurelia, struggling with the weight of her riches, the pouch clutched tightly to her chest.

The next few moments seemed to stretch into eternity as Zafron grappled with an impossible choice. Who to save? Who to sacrifice? How could he possibly decide?

As another section of the bridge gave way with a thunderous crack, Zafron knew his time for deliberation was over. He had to act, and act now.

With his heart pounding and his mind in turmoil, Zafron made his choice.