Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Goddess
Ahcehera’s body trembled as an immense power surged through her, wrapping around her like a tidal wave of energy.

Every fiber of her being burned with an intensity that should have been unbearable, yet she felt no pain, only overwhelming clarity.

It was as if the universe itself had unraveled before her, filling her with knowledge, strength, and an understanding that transcended mortal limitations.

Her golden eyes glowed, radiating a divine brilliance, while her hair lifted as though caught in an unseen current.

Light and darkness swirled around her in harmony, neither overpowering the other.

The sheer force of her awakening sent ripples through the realm, shaking the very foundation of the Abyssal Trench.

The once-dormant waters stirred, recognizing her existence, acknowledging her presence.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, a gentle warmth enveloped her, soothing the storm raging within her soul.

Her surroundings shifted, and she found herself standing in a realm she did not recognize, a dream, yet far too vivid to be one.

The sky above was painted in hues of deep crimson and royal gold, as if dusk and dawn had merged into one eternal moment.

Floating islands hovered above a vast, endless battlefield, where remnants of ancient wars lay scattered.

Swords were buried in the ground, banners tattered and forgotten, while the echoes of distant battles hummed in the air.

And then she saw her.

A woman, standing tall with an aura so magnificent it stole Ahcehera’s breath.

Her presence alone commanded reverence, her figure wrapped in battle-worn silver armor that shimmered under the ethereal light.

A long, crimson cape billowed behind her, and her golden hair cascaded down her back in waves.

But it was her eyes, piercing, unwavering, filled with wisdom and sorrow, that held Ahcehera captive.

Her mother.

The Goddess of War and Freedom.

Ahcehera’s heart clenched as emotions warred within her. She had never met her mother, not in this lifetime, yet the connection between them was undeniable.

Tears stung her eyes, but she held them back, refusing to appear weak before a goddess.

“Ahcehera,” the goddess spoke, her voice carrying the weight of the cosmos itself.

Ahcehera opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

The goddess smiled, a softness in her expression that seemed foreign in a place so drenched in war and bloodshed. “You have done well, my daughter.”

Ahcehera’s chest tightened. A part of her wanted to run to the woman before her, to feel her warmth, to ask why she had been left alone all these years.

But she held herself still. “Who are you?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.

The goddess took a step forward, and the ground beneath them pulsed with life. “I am Erathiel, the one who bore you into existence, the one who left a piece of herself within you.”

Ahcehera swallowed, her throat dry. “Then why? Why did you never come for me? Why did I have to endure everything alone?”

Pain flickered in Erathiel’s gaze. “Because fate is cruel, and even gods are bound by its will. But you were never truly alone, Ahcehera. You have always had my strength within you.”

Ahcehera’s hands clenched into fists. “That’s not enough.”

The goddess sighed, looking up at the sky as though searching for answers. “I know. But you were born to carve your own path, to forge your own destiny.”

Silence stretched between them before Erathiel stepped closer and cupped Ahcehera’s face with both hands.

Her touch was warm, and soothing, like a distant memory she had long forgotten.

“You have awakened, my daughter. But power is not enough. Do you understand what it means to be the Destiny’s Daughter?”

Ahcehera inhaled sharply, recalling the voices that had called her by that title. “No,” she admitted.

Erathiel’s expression turned solemn.

“It means that you are the only one who can break the cycle. You are the one who will decide whether the cosmos remains trapped in an eternal war or finds its salvation.”

Ahcehera felt a lump form in her throat. “I don’t want this. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

The goddess nodded. “Neither did I. But our lineage is not one of choice, it is one of duty.”

Ahcehera looked away, frustration swirling inside her. “And what if I fail?”

Erathiel’s fingers traced a small glowing rune on Ahcehera’s forehead, a symbol that she hadn’t noticed before.

“You will not. Because you are stronger than you know. And because you are not alone.”

Ahcehera’s eyes stung. The weight of everything pressed down on her, her responsibilities, her destiny, the countless lives depending on her. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

The goddess smiled, her form starting to fade into golden particles of light.

“Then allow yourself to grow, to learn, to love. Even war cannot erase the power of love and choice.”

Ahcehera reached out, panic seizing her. “Wait!”

But Erathiel was already disappearing, her voice lingering in the air like a whisper.

“We will meet again, my daughter. When you are ready.”

Ahcehera gasped, her vision blurring. The world around her shattered like glass, and suddenly, she was back in the Abyssal Trench, lying on the cold, damp ground.

Her body ached, and her heart pounded, but something within her had changed. She clenched her hands into fists, feeling the raw power humming beneath her skin.

She was ready.

Ready to embrace what she was meant to become.

Ahcehera slowly sat up, her breath uneven as the remnants of the dream clung to her like a fading melody.

Her mother’s voice still echoed in her mind, soft yet firm, a reminder of the path she was destined to walk.

The weight of her purpose pressed heavily on her shoulders, but for the first time, she didn’t feel crushed by it.

She glanced at her hands, now glowing faintly with golden and dark energy intertwined, two forces in perfect harmony.

The Abyssal Trench, once cold and suffocating, now felt different. The waters responded to her presence, as if acknowledging her awakening.

With a deep breath, she pushed herself to her feet. There was no more hesitation, no more fear. The world needed her, and she would not falter.

Steeling her resolve, she whispered to herself, “I am Ahcehera, Destiny’s Daughter. And I will carve my own fate.”