The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: The Wide Horizon (Special Chapter)

Alishiera moved northward, leaving behind the warmth of civilization and stepping into a world where even the sun seemed reluctant to shine.

The land was barren, the wind biting, and the air carried the weight of countless battles fought and lost.

Here, survival was not a right but a test, and only the strongest could endure. She had always known that the path to finding Devancier would not be easy.

The demigods who had once roamed their world were beings beyond human comprehension, and her husband had faced one in battle.

Of the three that existed, each ruled over a dominion untouched by time, one in the depths of the abyss, one among the eternal storms, and one in the frozen wastelands beyond the empire’s borders.

If Devancier had fought against one, then his fate was tied to them. With every step she took beyond the empire’s protection, she felt the presence of something ancient.

The divine barrier that shielded their lands from the abyssal creatures was a threshold not meant to be crossed by mortals, but she was no ordinary woman.

The moment she passed through it, her staff, which had served as both her shield and conduit for miracles, trembled in her grasp.

Then, without warning, it transformed.

A golden light enveloped it, reshaping the sacred staff into its original form, a sword.

Elsienflora.

The blade, once dormant in peace, awakened in the face of war. It was the sister to Devancier’s own weapon, Arthivian, the twin relics blessed by the gods themselves.

When she married him, the empire had gifted them these heirlooms, meant to represent the balance of their union, one to protect, one to heal.

Alishiera tightened her grip around the hilt.

She was not only here to search. She was here to fight.

Nightfall arrived swiftly in the north, cloaking the land in a haunting silence. She found temporary shelter in a shallow cave, her breath visible in the icy air.

Her thick robes were barely enough against the bitter cold, but she had no time to focus on discomfort.

The deeper she ventured into these forsaken lands, the more she felt eyes upon her, unseen, waiting, lurking in the shadows beyond her sight.

And then, in the distance, she heard it.

A child’s cry.

The sound was weak, barely audible over the howling winds, but it struck her heart with urgency.

She hesitated only for a moment. In these lands, where no human settlements thrived, the existence of a lost child was unfathomable. It could be a trick. It was a trick.

But she was a mother.

She stepped out of the cave, gripping Elsienflora tightly.

Snow crunched beneath her boots as she followed the faint cries, weaving through the skeletal remains of trees long since dead.

The air grew colder, unnaturally so, and an eerie mist curled around her feet.

The cry led her to a clearing.

A small figure, barely visible in the thick fog, sat curled against the base of a frozen tree. A child, dressed in tattered clothes, their form shivering violently.

Alishiera’s heart clenched.

“Are you hurt?” she called out, her voice gentle yet firm.

The child did not respond.

She took another step forward, lowering her sword slightly to appear less threatening.

And that was when the trap was sprung.

The air shifted. The temperature dropped to an unbearable chill, and the child’s form melted away like mist dissipating in the morning sun.

Alishiera’s eyes widened.

The ground beneath her cracked open.

A force stronger than anything she had felt before surged upwards, an invisible pressure slamming against her body, forcing her to her knees.

From the darkness of the earth, monstrous figures emerged, twisted beasts with elongated limbs and eyeless faces, their skeletal forms shifting unnaturally as they surrounded her.

Demonic wraiths. Creatures that thrived in deception, luring their prey with false hopes before devouring them whole.

She had walked into their domain.

Alishiera tightened her grip on Elsienflora. Her instincts screamed for her to move, but the oppressive energy weighed her down.

It wasn’t just the beasts, it was the land itself. This place rejected her presence, swallowing her in despair.

Then, a voice slithered through the cold.

“You do not belong here, Saintess.”

Her blood ran cold.

It was not a mortal voice.

She forced herself to look up. Beyond the wraiths, standing at the edge of the clearing, was a figure clad in black armor, the metal pulsing with an unnatural energy.

Their face was obscured by a hood, but she could feel their gaze, piercing, knowing, ancient.

A demigod.

One of the three.

Alishiera exhaled, steadying herself. She was prepared for this.

She had left behind her children, her people, and everything she had ever known, for this journey. She would not falter.

“I seek my husband,” she said, her voice unwavering. “Where is he?”

The demigod tilted their head, as if amused.

“Lost.”

The word echoed around her like a death sentence.

Rage ignited in her chest, but she did not let it consume her. Instead, she rose to her feet, defying the crushing weight that sought to keep her down.

The wraiths hissed, sensing her resistance, but she did not give them time to strike.

Elsienflora flared to life.

A brilliant golden light erupted from its blade, cutting through the mist, and dispelling the darkness that clung to her. The wraiths shrieked, recoiling from the divine radiance.

The demigod, however, did not move.

Instead, they raised a hand.

And the world around her shattered.

The trees collapsed into dust, the ground beneath her vanished, and in the blink of an eye, she was no longer in the frozen clearing.

She stood at the edge of a vast horizon, where the sky met a sea of endless stars.

A battlefield long forgotten stretched before her, filled with ruins that whispered of ancient wars.

And there, at the center of it all, was a sword.

A familiar blade, embedded in the earth, cracked and broken, Arthivian.

Devancier’s sword.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She took a step forward, reaching for it, but the demigod’s voice rang out once more.

“If you wish to reclaim him, you must first reclaim his fate.”

Before she could respond, the world blurred.

Darkness consumed her, and the next thing she knew, she was falling.