Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Who?
Ahcehera awoke with a sharp gasp, her heart racing as the memory of her vision clung to her mind.

The First Demon God’s twisted smile, the suffocating darkness, and the burning battlefield still felt too real.

She sat up in her bed, the cold silence of her room wrapping around her like a heavy blanket. There was no one there to comfort her.

No familiar voice to remind her it was just a dream, or perhaps a warning of what was yet to come. Ahcehera buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply to calm her nerves.

The vision had been too vivid to ignore. She knew what it meant, the First Demon God was rising, and if her dream was right, his power would swallow entire planets in his wake.

But she had no time to dwell on fear, the war outside was far from over. Days passed, and Ahcehera poured her strength into protecting Talven-9.

The Zerg tides were relentless, each wave stronger than the last.

She fought beside her soldiers, weaving through the battlefield as her celestial power scorched the corrupted ground and incinerated the monstrous creatures that crawled from the abyss.

Each battle drained her more than the last, but she couldn’t rest, not when lives were still at risk. One afternoon, the largest Zerg surge yet descended upon the northern city.

The creatures spilled from the mountains in overwhelming numbers, their twisted forms moving like a wave of black ink devouring the land.

Ahcehera had been stationed on the eastern side of the planet, but when news of the attack reached her, she didn’t hesitate.

Ignoring the protests of her guards, she teleported directly to the frontlines. The moment she arrived, she unleashed her power.

Flames of celestial gold erupted from her hands, forming a blazing barrier that cut through the Zerg tide.

The creatures shrieked as their bodies turned to ash, but Ahcehera didn’t stop. She pushed herself further, expanding the flames across the city’s edge to drive back the entire horde.

The strain burned through her veins like molten fire, her vision darkening at the edges.

The golden flames blazed higher and brighter, searing the corrupted earth until the Zergs finally retreated.

But even as their cries faded into the distance, Ahcehera staggered back, her breathing shallow and uneven.

Her strength was gone, her body numb and cold. The world around her blurred, her legs giving out beneath her.

She felt herself falling, the stone pavement rushing to meet her, yet before she hit the ground, someone caught her.

Strong arms wrapped around her, steady and warm. Her head rested against a solid chest, the faint rhythm of a heartbeat filling her ears.

She tried to look up, to see who had saved her, but her vision swam with light and shadow.

She barely glimpsed the shape of a man, dark hair, a faint warmth against her face, before her consciousness slipped away.

When Ahcehera awoke, she was back in her room. The soft light of the evening sun filtered through the window, and her body ached from exhaustion.

She lay still for a moment, her mind struggling to recall what had happened. The memory of her fall, the unknown man, it all felt distant, like a fading dream.

She forced herself to sit up, ignoring the dizziness that threatened to pull her back down.

Curiosity gnawed at her thoughts. Who had saved her? The guards claimed they found her unconscious near the city’s gate, but none of them had seen anyone nearby.

No one had witnessed anyone carrying her back, no footprints, no traces of movement. It was as if her rescuer had vanished without a trace.

Determined to uncover the truth, Ahcehera asked the city patrols, the soldiers, even the healers if they had seen anyone suspicious.

Each answer was the same, no one knew. There were no records of a stranger passing through the city’s checkpoints, no unfamiliar faces among the warriors or civilians.

Whoever had saved her had either hidden their presence or disappeared entirely. Frustrated but exhausted, Ahcehera eventually let the matter go.

There were more pressing concerns, the Zergs had regrouped, and dark energy continued to seep into the planet’s core. She couldn’t afford to waste time chasing shadows.

Yet deep inside, the memory lingered. The warmth she felt before passing out, the faint heartbeat she heard, it wasn’t something she could forget.

A part of her wondered if it was Rohzivaan, returning to her side when she needed him most.

But logic told her otherwise, his mission at Yven Outpost was far too dangerous for him to leave. The days that followed blurred into a constant battle.

Ahcehera pushed her goddess power further than ever before, weaving stronger barriers and reinforcing planetary defenses.

The people of Talven-9 placed their trust in her, and she refused to let them down.

Each time she fought, she remembered her vision, the twisted face of the First Demon God, the endless tide of darkness, and swore she would not let it become a reality.

But the exhaustion never left her. She barely slept, her mind consumed with strategies, defense plans, and prayers that Rohzivaan was still safe.

Each night, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering who had carried her back that day.

One evening, as she stood alone on the balcony of her room, watching the faint glow of Zerg fires flicker in the distance, she whispered to the wind, “Who are you?”

The silence gave no answer.

But somehow, Ahcehera knew that whoever had saved her was still watching, someone hidden in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to reveal themselves.

Ahcehera sighed, her fingers tightening against the cold railing. The war was far from over, and mysteries continued to pile around her like an endless storm.

Yet, despite everything, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was not as alone as she thought. Somewhere, beyond the reach of her sight, someone was watching. Protecting her.

Perhaps, when the time was right, they would step forward. Until then, she had a duty to fulfill.

Straightening her posture, Ahcehera turned away from the balcony, her resolve hardening. No matter what awaited her, she would be ready.