Attempt to smash the chalice and your way through one of the doorways without drinking.

You lunge forward, grabbing the stone chalice with both hands. The smooth vessel feels unnaturally heavy as you lift it above your head, intending to smash it against the floor. Your muscles strain with the effort, your newly sensitized body responding with unwanted pleasure at even this exertion.

"I'm not playing by your rules anymore!" you shout, voice echoing through the

[chamber.

As

](http://chamber.As) you bring the chalice down with all your might, it simply passes through your fingers like smoke, reforming perfectly on its pedestal. The pearlescent liquid inside doesn't even ripple, as if time itself had reversed.

"The temple's artifacts cannot be destroyed by the uninitiated," the disembodied voice explains with a note of amusement. "Many have tried."

Panicking, you turn toward the right doorway the one leading to womb enhancement and charge forward, determined to **** your way through without submitting to the elixir. As soon as you cross the threshold without drinking, a shimmering barrier flashes into existence. It feels like running into a wall of electrified honey, stopping your momentum instantly while sending currents of painful pleasure through your enhanced sex.

You cry out as your clit throbs with agonizing sensitivity, your pussy clenching involuntarily around nothing. The barrier pushes you back into the junction chamber with surprising gentleness, depositing you on your knees before the pedestal.

"The path requires preparation," the voice admonishes. "Your body must be readied for what lies ahead."

You try the left doorway next, scrambling to your feet and dashing toward the breast transformation chamber. The same barrier materializes, this time feeling like ice against your skin. It sends sharp pains through your nipples as they harden instantly, becoming so sensitive that the fabric of your shirt feels like sandpaper against them.

"Please," you beg, falling to your knees as you're deposited back at the pedestal. "There has to be another way."

The stone chalice glows brighter, the liquid inside beginning to bubble enticingly. Its sweet scent intensifies, making your mouth water and throat parch instantly. An unnatural thirst descends upon you, your lips cracking and tongue swelling with sudden dehydration.

"The temple provides what you need," the voice says softly. "But it requires your willing participation. **** transformation is... inefficient."

From the shadows at the edges of the chamber, you notice movement. The stone statues from the previous room Varro and Nyssa have followed you, their marble forms taking positions at either side of the junction. They stand silently, waiting.

"Should you continue to resist," the voice warns, "alternative methods will be employed. The temple's will cannot be denied, only delayed."

Your thirst intensifies painfully, your throat feeling like cracked desert earth. The chalice seems to pulse in rhythm with your heartbeat, the glowing liquid promising relief from your suffering. Your options are clear drink willingly and choose your path, or be **** along one anyway.