Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Back for You (Special Chapter)

Seleniah had returned.

The empire that once sought to erase her name now trembled beneath the weight of her vengeance.

The winds howled with her fury, carrying whispers of her resurrection across the land.

The flames of the Nether Fire burned within her, unyielding, eternal, and filled with a rage that refused to be extinguished.

She was no longer the prodigious mage of the kingdom. She was something more.

Neither fully living nor truly dead, her soul had been forged in the abyss of betrayal, strengthened by the flames that once sought to consume her.

The Nether Fire did not destroy her, it had rebuilt her.

And now, she had only one purpose.

Everyone who had a hand in her death would perish.

Especially the man she had once loved most, Safridev.

The Mage Tower stood tall and proud against the starless sky. It had once been her home, the place where she had discovered her talent, her power, and her purpose.

Now, it was a tomb.

Her first step inside was met with an eerie silence. The halls were just as she remembered, cold, lifeless, a place of knowledge and ambition, but devoid of warmth.

Her footsteps echoed, an omen of the storm to come.

A figure emerged from the shadows, an elder mage, one who had stood by and watched as she was sacrificed. He gasped at the sight of her, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Seleniah… Impossible… You…”

Before he could utter another word, the Nether Fire roared to life in her palm.

There was no hesitation. No mercy.

The flames devoured him in seconds. His screams barely had time to reach the air before they were snuffed out, leaving only ashes where he once stood.

One down.

Her presence did not go unnoticed. Soon, the entire tower was in chaos. Mages rushed toward her, spells igniting in their hands, their voices filled with disbelief and terror.

“She’s supposed to be dead!”

“She’s come back, someone stop her!”

But they were nothing to her now.

With a single flick of her wrist, the flames surged forward, swallowing spells, burning flesh, and reducing the grand halls of the tower into a battlefield of despair.

One by one, they fell. Those who had stood silent when she was condemned. Those who had applauded her sacrifice as a noble act.

Those who had benefited from the kingdom’s barrier never knew the cost.

None of them would escape her wrath.

At the tower’s peak, behind doors adorned with intricate golden engravings, he waited.

Safridev.

He had known she was coming. He had felt it. The moment the Nether Fire had ignited in the city, he knew it was her.

His greatest creation.

His greatest regret.

And now, his greatest enemy.

The doors burst open with a wave of blackened fire. Smoke filled the chamber, but through it, she emerged, a goddess of vengeance, reborn from the flames.

For a moment, he simply stared at her.

She was just as he remembered, yet entirely different. Her eyes no longer held admiration for him, only rage.

The power that had once been his to shape now crackled with untamed fury, bending only to her will.

“You came back,” he murmured, as if in awe.

Her voice was a whisper of burning embers. “I came to kill you.”

Safridev exhaled slowly, a strange smile curving his lips. “Then you must hate me truly.”

She didn’t answer.

She attacked.

The room exploded into chaos as their magic collided. Light against fire. Order against wrath.

He was still powerful, the strongest mage of the empire, but she was no longer the girl he had trained.

Every spell he cast, she shattered. Every barrier he summoned, she burned through. The fire recognized him, not as a master, but as a traitor.

He fought desperately, but he could feel it, he was losing.

And worse, deep down, he knew he deserved it.

Their battle tore through the tower, shaking its very foundation.

The walls cracked, the windows shattered, and the empire below watched in horror as the skies above the Mage Tower turned crimson.

Seleniah’s fire lashed out, slamming into his chest. He gasped, stumbling back as the flames burned not just his body, but his soul.

He fell to his knees.

She loomed over him, her golden eyes now pools of molten fury. “You took everything from me.”

His breath was ragged. “I gave you power.”

“You stole my life.”

The flames surged higher, surrounding them both. “Do you regret it?” she whispered, tilting her head.

He looked up at her, his expression unreadable. Did he?

For years, he had justified his actions. Told himself it had been for the greater good. That her sacrifice had saved millions.

But now, as he knelt before the woman he had betrayed, as the fire of his own making turned against him, he wondered, had he ever truly been the master?

Or had she always been the one meant to surpass him?

“…Yes,” he admitted at last. “I regret it.”

For the first time in centuries, the Nether Fire hesitated.

Seleniah’s grip tightened. The fire burned brighter. But something wavered in her.

She had dreamed of this moment. Had sworn that when it came, she would show him no mercy. That she would watch him burn and feel nothing but satisfaction.

But as she looked into his eyes, the flames within her flickered, not with rage, but with something else.

This man had once been her teacher.

He had once been someone she trusted, someone she had wanted to make proud. Someone who, in another life, in another time, might have loved her.

And that was the cruelest part of it all.

Because a part of her had loved him, too.

The fire roared. The tower trembled.

And then, she let go.

The flames surged forward, swallowing him whole. His scream echoed through the heavens not of pain, but of understanding.

Seleniah turned away, stepping into the night as the Mage Tower collapsed behind her.

The empire would remember this day for eternity.

The day the goddess of vengeance returned.

The day the empire’s strongest mage fell.

And the day Seleniah chose to walk away.