Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

"You should not be here."

Jude turned sharply, instinctively ready for another fight. But what he saw wasn't an enemy. Not exactly.

A figure stood before him, cloaked in deep, shifting shadows. Their face was obscured, but their presence was undeniable. Unlike the other version of himself, this being exuded something ancient, something that didn't belong in the world he knew.

Jude narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

The figure didn't answer immediately. Instead, they studied him, their presence pressing against the very air around them. Then, finally, they spoke again.

"You are not ready."

Jude clenched his fists. "I've heard that before."

The figure remained still. "Then you understand what it means."

Jude didn't respond immediately. Because he did understand, at least on some level. Every step he took in this place felt like it was pushing him toward something, something he wasn't sure he was prepared for. But that didn't mean he would stop.

"I'm going in," he said firmly.

The figure exhaled, the sound neither a sigh nor a breath, but something else entirely. "Then you will face what lies within."

Before Jude could ask what that meant, the figure lifted a hand, and the world around them shifted again. The fortress, the sky, everything blurred,

And then he was inside.

The walls stretched endlessly, the glow from the patterns now illuminating a vast corridor. The air was thick, heavy with something unspoken, and Jude knew immediately that this was no ordinary place. This wasn't just a building. It was something more.

He moved cautiously, every step echoing despite the lack of any discernible floor. The deeper he went, the more the space seemed to change. The walls pulsed, not just with light, but with a feeling, as if they were alive, watching him.

Then, without warning, the silence shattered.

A sound, low at first, then growing, a rhythmic, pounding noise, like a heartbeat too large for any single being to contain. It resonated through the walls, through him, vibrating in his bones.

And then he saw them.

Figures emerging from the walls, their forms shifting like living shadows. They had no eyes, no features, just silhouettes of humanoid shapes moving toward him with eerie precision.

Jude's instincts flared. He had fought before, but this, this was different. These things weren't just enemies. They were something else entirely.

The first one lunged, and Jude reacted instantly. He sidestepped, striking out with precision, his movements guided by the lessons his other self had forced into him. But the moment his fist connected, the figure dissolved, reforming instantly behind him.

Jude spun, barely dodging as another came at him from the side. He struck again, faster this time, but the result was the same. No matter how many times he hit them, they reformed, relentless.

Then, realization struck.

They weren't trying to kill him.

They were testing him.

Jude exhaled sharply, adjusting his stance. Fighting wasn't the answer. At least, not in the way he had been thinking. These things weren't meant to be beaten through force alone.

He shifted his approach, moving with purpose instead of aggression. He dodged, wove between them, feeling their movements instead of trying to counter them. And as he did, the figures began to slow, their attacks losing coordination.

Then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they stopped.

Jude stood there, breathing evenly, watching as the figures melted back into the walls. The corridor was silent again, but something had changed.

The walls, once pulsing erratically, now glowed with steady light, as if acknowledging his presence. And ahead, a doorway he hadn't noticed before had appeared.

Jude stepped toward it.

As he crossed the threshold, a sensation washed over him, not pain, not warmth, but something else. A memory that wasn't his.

A vision.

He saw a figure standing where he now stood, but it wasn't him. They were different, older, yet familiar in a way he couldn't explain. They reached out, just as he had, and the walls responded.

And then,

Darkness.

The vision ended, and Jude found himself back in the corridor, but now he understood.

This place wasn't just testing him.

It was waiting.

For him.

For what he could become.

He took a breath, steadied himself.

And stepped forward.

Jude kept moving forward, his body tense with anticipation. The weight of the vision still lingered in his mind, pressing against his thoughts like an unspoken whisper. The walls around him pulsed gently, guiding him toward something unseen. He didn't know how he knew, but he could feel it, this place wasn't random. It had a purpose, and so did he.

Each step echoed, but the sound didn't dissipate like normal. Instead, it stretched, carrying forward as if the corridor itself was listening. The light from the patterns on the walls brightened slightly with each movement, responding to his presence. There was something almost alive about this place.

Then, without warning, the path ahead shifted. The walls on either side of him twisted, folding in on themselves as if the corridor were reshaping in real time. He stopped, muscles tensed, preparing for another test. But nothing lunged at him this time. Instead, the space opened up into a massive chamber.

It was unlike anything he had seen before. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, fading into darkness, while the walls curved in a way that made it impossible to tell where the room truly ended. At the center stood a pedestal, its surface smooth and reflective like polished obsidian. Above it, something hovered, a small, shifting sphere of light, constantly changing shape, its glow pulsing in a steady rhythm.

Jude took a cautious step forward.

The moment he did, the chamber responded. The light above the pedestal flared, and the space around him trembled. A deep hum resonated through the walls, a frequency that seemed to vibrate in his very bones.

Then, a voice.

Not the one he had heard before.

This one was different, layered, almost as if multiple voices spoke at once.

"You have come far."