The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: To Try

Their studies continued for hours, neither speaking, both lost in the wisdom of the past. Occasionally, the swords would pulse with light, as if approving of their progress.

The glow of the library’s lanterns dimmed as time passed, but neither Athena nor Mors moved. They absorbed every word, and committed every lesson to memory.

Then, as Athena turned to the next chapter of her book, the letters shimmered and rearranged themselves before her eyes.

She gasped, gripping the book tighter. “Mors, look at this.”

Mors looked up, startled by her voice. He glanced down at his own book and saw the same thing happening. The words were shifting, rewriting themselves into something new.

At the same moment, their swords reacted. Arthivian crackled with dark lightning, the air around it humming with power, while Elsienflora pulsed with warm, golden light.

The two energies clashed in the air, creating a momentary burst of power that sent a gust of wind through the library. Then, the books let out a final glow before the words settled.

“If you are reading this, then fate has chosen you.” Athena swallowed hard as she read the words aloud. The books were speaking to them.

“The war we fought was never truly won. The power we wielded did not vanish with us, it waits for those worthy enough to bear the burden. But know this, power without understanding leads only to ruin. To truly claim the strength of the ancients, you must remember.”

Athena’s heart pounded. “Remember… what?”

As if in response, both books began to glow brighter, and suddenly, a surge of memories flooded their minds, memories not their own.

Athena saw battlefields drenched in blood, a man with golden eyes cutting down foes with precision, his sword crackling with dark lightning.

She saw a woman standing at the heart of a temple, whispering a prayer that turned into golden light, healing soldiers who lay wounded at her feet.

She felt their emotions, their hopes, their fears, their unbreakable bond. And then, she saw their final moment.

A sunset. A promise. A farewell was whispered between two souls who had given everything for their people.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She knew these people.

Mors let out a ragged breath beside her, gripping his head as visions overwhelmed him.

He saw the same faces, the same memories, memories that should not have been his, but felt as if they had been buried deep within him all along.

Devancier. Alishiera.

The names echoed in their minds.

As the glow of the books faded, silence filled the library once more. But everything had changed.

Athena lifted her gaze, meeting Mors’ eyes. There was no need for words. They both knew the truth now.

They were not just Athena and Mors.

They were Devancier and Alishiera, reborn.

And their journey had only just begun.

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The air crackled with energy as Athena and Mors stepped onto the imperial training grounds, the weight of their newfound knowledge pressing upon them like an unspoken oath.

The vast courtyard stretched before them, encased by towering stone walls etched with the ancient symbols of past rulers.

The sky was overcast, gray clouds rolling in as if the heavens themselves were watching.

A cold breeze swept through the field, rustling Athena’s robes and Mors’ training attire, carrying with it the scent of wet earth and steel.

They stood a few paces apart, each gripping their swords, Arthivian in Athena’s hands, dark and crackling with raw energy, and Elsienflora in Mors’, humming with a faint golden glow.

Their fingers tightened over their hilts, feeling the weight of the legacy they carried.

Mors shifted into a battle stance, his feet firmly planted, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.

“We have to test our limits,” he said, his voice steady but edged with an unspoken challenge.

“The books told us what we should be capable of, but unless we master it, we’re nothing more than wielders of weapons beyond our understanding.”

Athena nodded, her emerald eyes narrowing with determination. “Then let’s begin.”

Without warning, Mors lunged.

His speed was inhuman, a blur of motion as he closed the distance between them in an instant.

Athena barely had time to react, instinct took over as she raised Arthivian to parry.

The moment their blades clashed, the force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, a burst of dark and golden energy colliding violently.

The ground beneath them cracked from the sheer force.

Athena slid backward, her feet digging into the dirt. The power of Mors’ strike had been far beyond normal human capability.

He wasn’t just fighting with skill, Elsienflora was amplifying his strength, his movements sharper, faster, and more precise than they had ever been before.

She smirked. “Not bad.”

Without hesitation, she twisted her wrist, sending a surge of energy into Arthivian. Black lightning erupted from the blade, slashing through the air toward Mors.

He reacted instantly, raising Elsienflora and chanting a prayer under his breath.

The moment the lightning touched his blade, it transformed, what should have been a violent, destructive force was instead absorbed, purified, and dispersed in a shower of harmless golden sparks.

Athena’s eyes widened. “You countered it?”

Mors exhaled, gripping his sword tighter. “It’s not just a weapon. It’s a conduit for divine magic. It doesn’t just cut, it protects.”

She grinned. “Then let’s see how much it can take.”

Athena charged, her movements fluid as she swung Arthivian in a flurry of rapid strikes.

Mors met each blow with perfect precision, their swords clashing in a deadly dance of light and darkness.

Sparks flew with each collision, filling the air with the scent of burning magic. Every strike Athena delivered was met with an equal and opposite force from Mors, the two of them locked in a battle of wills and skill.

Then Athena changed the rhythm.

She pivoted mid-strike, shifting her stance and whispering an incantation.

The air around her rippled with energy as she released a burst of dark magic, a force meant to destabilize her opponent’s footing.

Mors recognized the spell too late, his balance wavered for a fraction of a second. It was all Athena needed.