The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Twin Swords

A sharp hum vibrated through the air. What is happening? Why are we even brought to this place?

Athena barely had time to react before her sword, Arthivian, materialized before her. Huh? I did not summon my sword! Why did it…

The black blade shimmered with streaks of violet lightning, crackling like a storm barely contained within its metal. How did the blade turn black?

Mors’ sword, Elsienflora, appeared simultaneously, bursting into existence with an intense golden glow.

Flames licked along its edge, the heat so fierce that Athena swore she could feel it scorching her skin even from a distance. Is that the real appearance and power of his sword?

Both weapons hovered in the air between them, their energies colliding, lightning clashing with fire, power against power.

Athena’s breath caught. What’s happening?

Before she could take a step back, an invisible force gripped her. She couldn’t move.

Mors, too, was frozen in place, his body locked in an unseen hold. His muscles strained, but no matter how much he fought against it, he remained utterly still.

Their eyes met, unspoken alarm passing between them. Then, the pavilion reacted. The ancient pillars, long covered in dust and moss, began to glow.

Strange runes, which had once been lifeless carvings, ignited with energy, illuminating the ruins in an eerie, pulsating light.

The markings weren’t just symbols anymore, they moved, shifting like flowing water across the stone surfaces, rearranging themselves as if awakening from a long slumber.

The air around them thickened with magic, humming in a low, otherworldly tone that resonated deep within Athena’s chest. Something was changing.

Athena’s gaze snapped back to the swords. Arthivian pulsed, its dark lightning growing fiercer.

Small arcs of electricity shot out, striking the air, leaving faint afterimages of violet streaks. The blade itself trembled, almost as if it was alive.

Elsienflora responded in kind. The flames along its edge surged higher, burning with such intensity that the very air around it shimmered.

It wasn’t just a weapon, it was a force of nature, radiating heat that could melt through mountains. And then, the two swords turned toward each other.

Athena’s heart pounded. “Mors, what is this?”

He gritted his teeth, still struggling against the force holding him still. “I don’t know. But it feels like…”

A shockwave erupted between the swords, sending a ring of energy outward.

The moment it passed through them, Athena felt something deep inside her shift, as if a door within her very soul had been forced open.

Memories she didn’t recognize flickered across her vision. A past she didn’t remember. A battle long lost in time.

A voice echoed inside her head. “You were always meant to find me again.”

Athena gasped. “Who’s there?”

No one answered.

Mors’ eyes darkened. “Something’s… waking up.”

The ground beneath them trembled. Dust rained down from the pillars as the ancient structure groaned, as if the ruins themselves had been waiting for this moment.

The two swords moved, floating higher into the air.

Then, they clashed.

A violent explosion of dark lightning and blazing fire erupted, colliding in a storm of raw power.

The impact sent torrents of energy spiraling outward, causing the air to ripple like water. Athena winced as a streak of violet lightning arced past her face, just barely missing her.

The two swords were fighting.

Not just colliding, but truly engaged in battle, as if they were enemies who had met on countless battlefields before.

Arthivian struck first, slashing through the air with a deadly arc of lightning.

Elsienflora countered instantly, spinning in midair and unleashing a wave of fire that melted the very ground beneath them.

The ancient magic holding Athena and Mors in place tightened.

It wasn’t just restraining them, it was forcing them to witness this moment, as if demanding that they remember something long forgotten.

Athena clenched her jaw. Why did it feel like she had seen this before? The blades danced in combat, sparks, and embers flying as their opposing energies clashed.

The ruins trembled with every impact, as if unable to withstand the sheer force of their battle. And then…

A massive burst of light erupted between the swords, brighter than anything Athena had ever seen.

For a single, blinding moment, she saw visions. Two figures standing against a battlefield soaked in blood and ash. One wielding a sword of fire, the other a blade of lightning.

They fought, not as enemies, but as partners. Warriors who had once stood together, bound by fate, before they were torn apart.

A name echoed through Athena’s mind. A name she couldn’t fully grasp, yet felt deep in her bones. The visions vanished as quickly as they came.

Athena gasped, her knees buckling as the force holding her finally released. She collapsed onto the ground, breathless.

Mors staggered beside her, his expression grim. “Athena, did you…”

Before he could finish, the swords stopped fighting. They hovered for a moment, their power settling, as if they, too, had just remembered something.

Then, slowly, they returned to their owners.

Arthivian drifted toward Athena, its dark lightning retreating into the blade. Elsienflora followed suit, its raging fire dimming as it returned to Mors’ side. The ruins fell silent.

The magic that had filled the air faded, leaving behind only the distant hum of the mist swirling around them.

Athena reached out, fingers wrapping around Arthivian’s hilt. The sword was warm, almost familiar in a way it had never been before.

Mors did the same with Elsienflora. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “That wasn’t just magic,” he muttered. “That was… something else.”

Athena swallowed hard. “I think these swords… they aren’t just weapons.”

Mors looked at her, his eyes shadowed with unspoken thoughts. “No,” he agreed. “They’re something much more.”

Silence stretched between them as the weight of what had just happened settled in. The ruins had reacted to their swords. The swords had recognized each other.

And for a brief moment, Athena and Mors had seen a past that wasn’t theirs, yet belonged to them nonetheless. The realization sent a shiver through Athena’s spine.

Something ancient was at play here. Something neither of them fully understood yet. And somehow, she knew… this was only the beginning.