Chapter 13 - The Mother's Fury
High Priest Vane stepped toward me, the dark dagger gleaming in the purple light.
"You called me weak because I am an Omega," I said softly, my voice calm, eerie, filling the ancient stone hall. "You called me weak because I carried life instead of taking it. You spent eighteen years telling me I was nothing..."
I lifted my hands.
The air in the room didn't just warm up—it exploded into a blinding white heat.
The golden light of the Sun and the silver light of the Moon burst from my palms, wrapping around the entire temple. The dark purple mist dissolved in seconds. The black iron chains binding Walter turned to hot ash, shattering into millions of tiny sparks.
Walter freed himself with a furious roar, slamming his sword into the ground, creating a shockwave that blew back the cultists surrounding the altar.
"You forgot one thing, Priest," I continued, stepping toward Vane as golden wings of pure ethereal energy unfurled behind my back. "A mother's magic isn't weak. It is invincible."
Vane stumbled back in terror as my light burned away his dark magic, destroying his obsidian blade into dust. "No... no! The ancient prophecy!"
"The prophecy wasn't about a weapon," I whispered, reaching out a single glowing finger to touch his forehead. "It was about justice."
A blinding flash of golden light sent Vane crashing into the stone pillar, unconscious and drained of all dark magic. The remaining cultists dropped their weapons, fleeing into the night or surrendering to Walter’s guards.
As the light slowly faded, my knees gave way from exhaustion.
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Before I could touch the ground, Walter’s massive arms caught me, pulling me tight against his chest. He was breathing heavily, his heart beating wildly against my cheek.
"I have you," he whispered, his voice shaking with raw emotion. "I have you, my love."
