Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Bid Goodbye
Ahcehera had finally grasped the key to destroying the array that stabilized the portal.

It had taken weeks of study, countless sleepless nights, and meticulous planning, but the answer had always been in the nature of dark energy itself.

It was not an immovable force, it was volatile. By disturbing its balance, it would self-destruct.

Under the cover of night, she mobilized her forces. Every movement was precise, every soldier was assigned their role.

The cores that contained dark energy were buried deep within the mineral deposits surrounding the portal.

Extracting them would be a death sentence, instead, they had to overload them.

Ahcehera led the operation herself, moving through the battlefield with calculated steps, her energy cloaked, her presence near undetectable.

The zergs guarding the portal sensed something was wrong. A high-level shriek echoed through the night as they rushed to defend their ground, but it was too late.

Her team had already placed the disruption devices at each core.

“Detonate,” she ordered.

The next moment, the air trembled. The ground beneath them cracked as the explosion of dark energy sent waves of unstable force rippling across the battlefield.

The portal shimmered violently, collapsing into itself as if the very fabric of space was folding inward.

The zergs screeched, their bodies writhing as the sudden collapse severed their connection to whatever force had been sustaining them.

Some fell instantly, others tried to flee, but the battle was already over.

Ahcehera stood at the center of it all, her crimson cloak billowing against the gusts of residual energy. The portal was destroyed, the invasion stopped, at least for now.

She wasted no time in issuing the next orders. The battlefield needed to be secured, the wounded tended to, and preparations made for departure. Her mission here was over.

She had done what she came for. She was returning to Sinalta.

Archinsyne stood at a distance, watching as she directed her men, her voice carrying over the field like a steady current in a storm.

She did not falter. She did not hesitate. She had already set her sights on the next course of action, and it did not include him.

The realization settled in his chest like a weight too heavy to bear. She would leave.

He had known this from the beginning. He had always known. And yet, the truth of it struck him harder than he expected.

She walked past him without a second glance, her presence slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. To her, he was just another soldier.

Just another member of the unit that had been fortunate enough to fight by her side. But for him, she was everything.

He had not spoken of it, had not dared to voice the attachment that had grown within him like a persistent thorn. It was foolish, meaningless even. And yet, it was real.

He had watched her fight, watched her stand unwavering in the face of death.

He had memorized the sound of her voice, the rhythm of her steps, the way she carried the weight of a leader with an ease that spoke of years of hardship.

And now, he would watch her leave.

The starship was prepared for launch, its engines humming softly as soldiers loaded the last of the supplies.

Ahcehera stood at the entrance ramp, her figure outlined against the dim light of the ship’s interior.

She had already turned away from the battlefield, her gaze fixed on the future, on Sinalta, on a duty far greater than anything that tied her to this planet.

Archinsyne remained rooted in place. He did not step forward, did not call her name, did not reach out.

What right did he have?

She was never his to begin with. But still, the pain carved its way into his chest, a dull and unrelenting ache that refused to fade.

She did not say goodbye. She did not look back. And perhaps that was what hurt the most.

The moment Ahcehera’s starship disappeared into the vast stretch of the cosmos, Archinsyne turned away from the battlefield.

He had never felt like he belonged in the interstellar era, but now, he knew he had no choice.

If he wanted to see her again, if he wanted to stay by her side, he needed a new identity, a new existence, one that allowed him to walk the same path as her.

He had spent years wandering without purpose, lingering between the remnants of an old world and the uncertainties of a new one.

But meeting Ahcehera had changed something within him. She was unlike anyone he had ever encountered, cold yet fierce, distant yet unwavering in her convictions.

She had ignited something in him that he thought had long been lost, the desire to fight, to live, to belong.

And now, he would make sure that he could stay in this era, not as a mere soldier, but as someone with power, someone who could move freely, someone who could one day stand beside her as an equal.

He vanished from the remaining troops that stayed behind to clean up the battlefield.

His presence, like a shadow, slipped into the underbelly of the interstellar world, into places where identities could be rewritten and pasts could be erased.

A month later, a new name appeared in the records of the interstellar forces. A mercenary, a strategist, a man with no past but a future written in the stars.

His name was no longer just Archinsyne. And in the shadows of the vast galaxy, he would carve a new path, one that would lead him back to her.

Under the dim glow of a neon-lit terminal, Archinsyne stared at his newly forged identity.

His name, past, and affiliations had been wiped clean, replaced with a fabricated history that would allow him to walk freely through the interstellar military and political spheres.

With this, he could get closer to Ahcehera without suspicion, without restrictions. Adjusting the collar of his newly issued uniform, he exhaled slowly.

If fate would not allow him to stand beside her as Archinsyne, then he would carve his way into her world under a different name. No matter how long it took, he would return.