The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Severina

Mors remained standing, breathing heavily, his grip on Elsienflora unyielding. The sword’s radiance began to dim, its power settling now that its purpose had been fulfilled.

He slowly turned back, his eyes immediately seeking Athena. She lay motionless. Panic seized his heart as he rushed to her side, dropping to his knees.

“Athena,” he called, his voice breaking. He gently cradled her face, brushing strands of hair away from her closed eyes. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

She didn’t respond.

Mors pressed his forehead against hers, just as he had done before.

“I swear, if you leave me, I’ll find you in the afterlife and drag you back,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “You promised, Athena. You promised.”

A moment passed.

Then, her fingers twitched.

Mors barely had time to react before her hand weakly grasped the front of his uniform.

“Idiot…” Athena’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was there.

Mors let out a choked laugh, pressing his lips to her forehead. Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in its intensity.

She was alive.

Bruised, broken, and barely holding on, but alive.

And that was enough.

“Major! There’s a problem!”

“Another demon goddess has appeared.”

Severina’s arrival was like a calamity descending upon the battlefield.

The sky darkened once more, the stars vanishing beneath the suffocating pressure of her rage.

Lightning cracked violently across the heavens, and the very ground beneath them trembled.

A suffocating wave of energy swept over the land, more powerful than anything they had encountered before.

Mors barely had time to react before the wind howled like a thousand wailing souls.

Then, she appeared.

Severina descended in a storm of crimson and black mist, her long silver hair flowing unnaturally behind her.

Her golden eyes burned with an unquenchable fury, and her blackened claws curled with a thirst for vengeance.

Unlike Severin, whose form had been monstrous, Severina carried the terrifying beauty of an ancient deity, one who had long forgotten what it meant to be merciful.

She looked down upon the battlefield, and her gaze locked onto Mors.

“You,” she breathed, her voice sending chills down his spine. “You stole my brother’s existence. You took away the last family I had.”

Mors tightened his grip on Elsienflora, positioning himself in front of Athena, who was still struggling to move. “He was a demon. He waged war against us. He fell by his own greed.”

Severina’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. “It doesn’t matter.”

Then she moved.

Mors barely had time to raise his sword before Severina’s clawed hand slammed into him, sending him flying.

He crashed through the remains of a broken military tower, the impact so strong that the walls shattered like brittle glass.

Pain exploded through his body, but he forced himself up, coughing blood. She was stronger. Stronger than Severin. Stronger than anything he had ever faced before.

Severina flickered, appearing before him again. She raised her hand, and an enormous sphere of black fire materialized above her palm, seething and writhing like a living thing.

“Burn,” she whispered.

Mors dodged at the last second. The sphere slammed into the earth, obliterating everything within a hundred meters.

The sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield, leveling anything that remained standing.

The soldiers who had managed to survive the battle with Severin watched in horror.

“Fall back!” one of the captains ordered, voice shaking. “This isn’t a fight we can interfere in!”

But Mors wasn’t retreating.

He couldn’t.

Because behind him, Athena was still there.

He pushed himself forward, raising Elsienflora. Golden light surged around the blade, responding to his will.

Severina scoffed. “Do you really believe that divine power will be enough?” She extended her arms, summoning twin black spears, their jagged edges radiating a murderous aura.

Mors charged.

Their weapons clashed, sending another explosion rippling across the battlefield. Steel against darkness. Light against the abyss.

Severina fought like a storm-given form. Every strike of her spears carried the weight of a thousand deaths.

Mors barely parried, every impact rattling his bones. But he refused to step back.

Athena, still weak, watched with gritted teeth. She tried to stand, but her body betrayed her. Her wounds had not fully healed.

She clenched her fists. No. She wouldn’t let it end like this.

Then, a flicker of movement caught her eye.

Arthivian.

Her sword, which had fallen beside her during the last battle, suddenly pulsed with light. It was calling her.

Athena reached for it, and the moment her fingers touched the hilt, a flood of power rushed through her veins.

Ancient magic.

It was responding. It was awakening.

Mors barely managed to hold his ground as Severina pressed forward, her attacks relentless. He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. She was too fast. Too strong.

Then, a golden flare of light burst beside him.

Athena had risen.

Her wounds were still there, but her eyes burned with something else. Power. Determination. A promise that she would stand beside him until the very end.

Severina narrowed her gaze. “Ah,” she murmured, smirking. “The Saintess rises. How did you possess that power? A human without ancient blood! How dare you!”

Athena exhaled, her grip tightening around Arthivian. “And the Saintess will be your downfall.”

Then, she and Mors charged together.

The battlefield became a blur of gold and black, divine power colliding against demonic fury. Light and shadow twisted, their very clash rewriting the fabric of the world.

The war was far from over.

Severina was relentless. No matter how many times Athena and Mors struck, their blades barely left a mark. She was too powerful, too ancient.

Then, in one swift moment, darkness surged.

Severina’s spear of shadows pierced through Athena’s chest.

Mors froze.

Athena gasped, blood spilling from her lips. She staggered, reaching out. Mors caught her before she could fall, his heart hammering in horror.

“Athena,” he whispered, voice breaking.

She smiled weakly. “Live… for me.”

Then, her body crumbled into golden light.

And Mors was left holding nothing but empty air.