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Hades’ Destiny
ISSA
Half lying on the throne, Sulfiqar was healing, his once-withered form rebuilding, his divine power crackling back into existence.
However, Ki’Remi was breaking.
Flames consumed him.
His frame convulsed beneath the raw energy, his veins glowing like molten silver, his skin splitting apart as if his essence had unraveled.
The Witchmen, his ancestors, his bloodline bound in ancient potent spell working, shuddered within him.
Their spectral forms flickering, caught in the devastating potency of the ritual tearing them asunder.
Issa didn’t think.
She flung herself over her man, slamming her palms to his chest.
A golden blaze erupted from her hands, licking over his flesh.
Wrapping around his bucking frame, resisting the destruction coursing through him.
She got a flash of warning on what it would cost her.
She didn’t care.
Her flames engulfed them both, a blazing inferno of celestial and mortal energies colliding, a bonfire so bright that it seared the air.
Ki’Remi’s metanoids flared, fighting against the force pouring into him, but she didn’t let go.
The Witchmen howled, their forms writhing, as her power lashed through them, not to destroy but to restore.
The burn was unbearable as she pushed herSsignakhtpotency beyond its limits, gritting her teeth at the agony.
Shoving everything she had into him.
She gave it all. Fire, light, and the vitality that made her what she was.
Without warning, she jolted as the energy she lent her man began coursing back into her.
With even more vigor.
‘Sante, kidaya.’
She heard Ki’Remi’s voice in her head as she now was impossibly flooded with the power of the Witchmen.
She gasped and flung her head back as a force more ancient than the Sacrans coursed into her.
Her lover was giving it back and ratcheting herSsignakhtto levels she’d never more experienced.
Elevating her into a new epoch of existence.
She shuddered as the flames flared out, vanishing into the air like an exhaled breath.
Issa panted, swaying, her limbs heavy, her vision blurred with exhaustion.