Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Destiny’s Daughter
The ocean rumbled with a deep, resonant pulse that sent shivers through the water.

King Dan stood at the edge of the sacred chamber in the heart of Riverenda’s royal palace, his gaze locked onto the shifting currents displayed in the great divination mirror before him.

The mirrored surface rippled with ethereal light, reflecting visions of what lay beneath, the Abyssal Trench, the deepest and most forbidden region of Riverenda’s oceans.

For centuries, the trench had remained sealed, its depths untouched by any living being.

It was a place where light did not reach, where the waters turned black as ink, and where legends spoke of slumbering horrors.

But deep within that abyss, hidden beneath layers of time and secrecy, was a lost artifact, one that predated even the formation of the royal clans.

A weapon forged from the remnants of a fallen star.

It was said to be the only thing capable of counterbalancing darkness itself.

King Dan had prepared for this journey for months, gathering the most experienced warriors and scholars from Sirius and Riverenda to assist him.

Every known portal that could grant access to the Abyssal Trench had been mapped and studied, but when the time finally came to venture forth, disaster struck.

“All portals are closed,” one of his council members reported, his voice tight with tension. “They are sealed from within.”

Murmurs spread through the council chamber, disbelief evident in every face. This was impossible.

The Abyssal Trench had been undisturbed for centuries, locked away by barriers forged through ancient magic.

Nothing was supposed to be able to enter, let alone seal it from within.

Then, Nirvanxia gasped.

The Water Princess of Riverenda, gifted with the sight of prophecies, had gone rigid where she stood.

Her silver-blue eyes widened, her breath hitching as the power of another vision overwhelmed her senses. The chamber fell silent as all eyes turned to her.

“What do you see?” King Dan demanded, stepping forward.

For a moment, she said nothing. Her lips parted, but no words came. Then, in a breathless whisper, she spoke.

“Someone is already there.”

A sharp intake of breath swept through the room.

“What?”

“The Abyssal Trench… Someone has entered it,” Nirvanxia continued, her voice trembling with certainty. “The destiny’s daughter… she has already descended into the abyss.”

The weight of her words settled over them like a suffocating tide.

“No one knows her identity,” she added. “Not even the ocean can reveal her name.”

The gravity of the situation sank into King Dan’s bones. The artifact they sought was already within someone’s grasp. Who was this unknown figure?

How had she bypassed the sealed portals? And most importantly, why was she there?

Unbeknownst to them, Ahcehera had already fallen into the abyss, facing a trial unlike any she had ever known.

Ahcehera awoke to suffocating darkness.

She gasped, her body weightless, suspended in the vast emptiness of the ocean’s deepest trench.

The pressure was immense, as though a thousand invisible hands were crushing her from all sides, yet she did not suffocate. Her lungs burned, but she could still breathe.

It was as if she existed in two realms at once, the living and the dead.

Her optical brain flickered erratically, struggling to process the anomaly surrounding her. The moment she had stepped into the temple’s inner sanctum, everything had changed.

The portal had opened without warning, swallowing her whole. Now, she was here.

But where was here?

A faint glow shimmered in the distance.

Summoning her strength, she swam toward it.

The water here was unlike anything she had ever known. It was thicker, heavier, pulsing with an eerie energy that felt neither entirely alive nor entirely dead.

As she moved, shadowy figures lurked in the distance, their forms twisting and shifting like wraiths.

Ahcehera gritted her teeth.

She wasn’t afraid.

She had faced death before. She had defied the gods. Whatever test this abyss had in store for her, she would overcome it.

The glow ahead intensified, revealing a structure buried within the trench.

A temple.

Carved from obsidian-black stone, it pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

Symbols older than any known civilization adorned its surface, whispering forgotten truths to those who dared to listen. The entrance stood open, waiting.

Ahcehera hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside.

The second she crossed the threshold, the abyss roared to life.

The walls trembled. The water turned molten gold, swirling into cascading patterns of light and shadow.

A figure emerged from the depths, neither man nor beast, an entity born of the abyss itself.

It had no face, no form, only shifting darkness wrapped in flickering starlight.

A voice, ancient and boundless, echoed in her mind.

“You are not the first to seek the heart of the abyss.”

Ahcehera narrowed her eyes. “I’m not seeking anything.”

“Lies.”

The entity surged forward, its form unraveling into a mass of shifting tendrils. Ahcehera barely had time to react before it lunged.

She dodged, summoning her weapon. Her blade of pure light materialized in her grip, its radiance slicing through the surrounding darkness.

She struck, but the entity reformed instantly.

“You are here because destiny has called you.”

The words thundered through her skull, vibrating with an undeniable truth.

Ahcehera clenched her jaw.

“I don’t believe in destiny.”

The entity stilled. Then, for the first time, it laughed.

A deep, resonant sound that echoed through the abyss like the chime of forgotten bells.

“Then let us see if fate believes in you.”

Without warning, the temple’s floor shattered beneath her feet.

Ahcehera plummeted.

She fell, deeper and deeper, past layers of forgotten time, past visions of worlds lost to darkness.

Her body was weightless, her mind stretched across the endless void. She saw glimpses of the past, the future, visions of battles yet to be fought, of choices yet to be made.

And then…

She landed.

The abyss was gone.

She stood in a vast, endless field of starlight.

At its center, resting upon an altar of obsidian, was a single object.

The artifact.

A weapon forged from the remnants of a fallen star.

Ahcehera stepped forward, heart pounding.

The moment her fingers brushed against it, the abyss roared once more.

And the world shattered.