Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

We stepped into the palace.

One cautious step at a time, we crossed its gleaming threshold, our boots echoing against golden marble that stretched out endlessly before us. The deeper we ventured, the more surreal it became, until at last, we reached a chamber unlike any we had ever seen.

No… not a chamber.

A throne room.

And not just any throne room.

It was colossal! Vast enough to house thousands, its sheer scale utterly overwhelming, beyond anything we could have imagined. The ceiling arched so high it disappeared into shadow, while the far end of the chamber blurred into a haze of golden light. Every surface gleamed: the polished floors, the gilded columns, the sweeping arches that crowned the space above. The very air shimmered, heavy with something ancient and sacred, as if the room itself remembered divinity, as if this was a place for the gods to live.

And on the ground, towering golden statues stood in solemn rows flanking the central path, spaced across the floor like sentinels in formation. Each one was a giant in its own right, clad in radiant plate, their massive feathered wings folded tightly behind them.

Some held swords pointed downward in reverence; others gripped spears, drew bows, or raised stone-carved banners mid-snap. Their expressions were grim and eternal, their faces hewn with such detail it seemed they might speak at any moment. They watched us with sightless eyes, ten meters tall and frozen in perfect vigilance.

And then we saw it.

At the far end of the throne room, high above the world—suspended in the air like a divine altar—floated a radiant platform.

Atop it sat a throne.

A golden throne, massive and regal.

And seated upon that throne… was a figure.

A man.

But no ordinary man.

He was a giant, easily twenty meters tall if he stood up. Unlike the rest of the city, his body was not sculpted from gold nor gems, but of flesh, though impossibly still. Yet his armor glowed with such brilliance it was almost unbearable to look at, as if forged from the heart of a dying star.

Meanwhile, his face was utterly beautiful, a perfect face that would instantly bewitch both men and women. His hair, long and white, flowed like silk in the silent air. Great wings, broad and immaculate, arched behind his back, folded.

Above his brow, a golden halo floated, spinning, slow and silent.

And he was sleeping.

His head was resting on one arm, eyes closed, perfectly still, like a god entombed in peace.

For a long, breathless moment, we thought he was just another monument, another relic of this city of impossible miracles.

But then…

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Boom!

The world shuddered.

A shockwave of pure force erupted from the throne, racing across the chamber like a storm. In an instant, gravity turned cruel—multiplied a hundredfold!

It hit us like an invisible hammer, slamming us to the floor.

"ARRRGHHH!!" I screamed through gritted teeth as my knees struck the marble with a crack, pain blooming sharp and deep. Blood splashed across the golden floor.

Around me, the others fell too.

"AAARGH!"

"Fuck! What's happening?!"

The chamber filled with the sounds of anguish—groans, curses, and bones grinding beneath the weight of divine pressure. The floor trembled under the strain of so many bodies pinned down, powerless.

"Kerth! Carmien! Kailene!" I choked out, trying to lift my head against the crushing force.

They answered through clenched jaws and stifled pain—barely able to speak, but alive. Groaning, straining, enduring this crushing air.

And high above, on the throne of gold, the giant watched.

Suddenly, his voice boomed across the throne room—deep, thunderous, and absolute.

"Mortal. You dare to stand without bowing in the presence of the divine?" the man spoke.

And as he did, the sound hit harder than the shockwave. It wasn't just loud—it was law! It carried the weight of a thousand mountains, thick with authority that allowed no room for defiance.

And with that…

Before I could think, before I could even breathe, my forehead slammed into the floor.

I didn't choose to bow.

My body simply obeyed.

Groveling, submitting before this giant entity.

And then, magically, the crushing pressure vanished.

I could breathe normally again.

But when I tried to lift my head, to even glance at my surroundings, a new terror took root.

I couldn't.

My muscles strained, but my spine wouldn't rise. My arms refused to move. I could barely tilt my head enough to catch a glimpse of the golden floor… and just beyond it, the enormous foot of the being on the throne.

No higher than that.

It was as if I'd been shackled by invisible chains. My body locked into the perfect image of obedience, held there by will not my own.

Sweat poured down my face, pooling beneath my chin. My heart pounded, wild and unsteady. And rising from within—cold and absolute—was fear.

Not panic. Not anxiety.

Dread.

Pure, suffocating dread, like the end had come.

Then, the being spoke again—calmly this time, almost amused.

"Come. All of you."

A flash of light answered him.

It burst across the chamber, blinding and instant.

Thousands more appeared—adventurers, mercenaries, spellcasters—dragged from across the dungeon and flung into the throne room like dust before a storm. One second they were scattered. The next—they were here.

"What the hell—?"

"Where are we?!"

Confusion rang out—cries, gasps, disbelief.

But only for a moment.

BOOM.

Another wave of power hit like a tidal surge.

And they all dropped.

Every last one of them, flattened by an invisible force, crushed to the floor, faces grinding into gold. They were all screaming, gasping, and utterly powerless.

Fuck.

FUCK!

My thoughts reeled.

Who is this? What is this?

This man—no, this entity—this towering, winged god!

His presence alone was unbearable! It pressed down on the soul like the weight of the sun!

And those words…

Mortal…. Divine?

Is it true?

Is he truly a god?

And if he is…

What is he going to do to us now?

Will he kill us, for daring to trespass, for waking him?

Or worse, for stealing from him?

Because yes—some of us had taken things. Countless gold, gems, diamonds, trinkets and treasures were ripped from this holy city without a second thought.