Lord of the realm-Chapter 55: The Awakening of the Lady of the Abyss - 3

Two thick, menacing horns jutted from her broad forehead, each as thick as a man’s arm at the base. They curved backward in a smooth, menacing arc, their tips angling toward the back of her head like the scythes of some infernal beast. Dark ridges ran along their length, catching the light in a way that made them look both regal and deadly—crowns of bone for a creature born to command fear. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

But it was her eyes that were the most disturbing feature—they were red as fresh blood, with pupils that were narrow slits like those of a serpent.

The woman was looking upward, her arms spread wide as if embracing the sky. Each movement made her bosom and ass jiggle under the fabric, giving off a lewd and hypnotic allure. She was really tall and built with strong, thick curves.

But no one dared to look at her—not directly. The weight of her presence was a chain around their necks, pressing their heads low. Yet the scene unfolding before them clawed at their instincts, tempting their eyes to rise. They could feel it—the shift in the air, the oppressive silence between heartbeats, the invisible pull that urged them to steal a glance. Curiosity scratched at the edges of their restraint, but fear... fear was the iron hand that kept their gazes fixed on the ground.

Even the black fiend was kneeling with its head down in front of her.

Around her, the circle of dark figures had fallen to their knees and were chanting in voices filled with worship and fear.

"All hail the Queen of the Abyss!" they called out in unison.

"All hail the Lordess!"

Morgana felt her heart nearly stop as she heard those words.

The Lordess—it had been centuries since that name had been spoken by human lips. She was one of the Seven Demon Apostles, beings of such power and evil that entire kingdoms had fallen before them in ages past.

The woman finished her transformation and lowered her gaze to look around the chamber. Her red serpent eyes swept over the kneeling figures with satisfaction, and she smiled with teeth that were just slightly too sharp to be human.

She was the Lady Abyss herself, Magdalyna.

Morgana had heard about her in the past, a name that had been forgotten by the realm of humans. But they were calling her by that name, which no human dared to talk about. She saw the tall figure standing in the middle of the pillars. It was an unbelievable and truly shocking discovery.

She had stumbled upon the infamous Lady Abyss, a being of immense power and darkness. Morgana’s heart raced as she realized the danger she was in, standing before a creature that could easily destroy her with a mere thought.

"My faithful servants," she said, her voice like honey mixed with poison. "You have done well."

It was then that she noticed Morgana standing at the edge of the chamber, staring in horror at Jaenor’s still form.

"And what have we here?" The Lordess said, tilting her head like a cat studying a mouse.

"A witch? How amusing."

"A little witch come to play hero?"

Morgana tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She forced herself to look at Jaenor again, and what she saw confirmed her worst fears. His chest was not moving. His eyes were closed. His skin had the color of death.

"No," she whispered. "No, no, no..."

She was trembling, barely containing herself. "What have you done to him?"

The Lordess Apostle followed her gaze and laughed, a sound like silver bells mixed with screaming. "Oh, you mean the boy? Yes, he was quite delicious. All that pure Origin power, flowing right into me. I haven’t tasted anything so sweet in centuries."

Rage exploded in Morgana’s chest like wildfire. She raised her hands, silver flames blazing around them, and started forward toward the platform.

"You monster!" she snarled. "Give him back!"

In that moment, the world around her ceased to exist. The noise, the chaos, the screams—everything faded into a suffocating silence. She had lost the only family she had left. There had been no last conversation, no final words, and no chance to say the things that mattered. Just when she had begun to believe she truly had someone—someone to call her own—that fragile hope had been ripped from her grasp.

A hollow ache tore through her chest, quickly swallowed by a searing, unrelenting fury. It was not the slow, simmering kind that could be reasoned with. This was raw, molten rage, rising like a storm tide inside her, choking out grief and replacing it with fire. She didn’t care who stood on the other side. She wanted to kill them, burn them alive.

She reached deep within herself, clawing at the wellspring of Origin power that burned in her core. Every drop of it surged to her call, raw and unyielding, until her veins thrummed with its force. Her vision narrowed, her breath grew sharp, and the air around her began to shimmer with heat and distortion. She wanted nothing more than to unleash it—every last shred—upon the woman standing before her.

But the Lordess Apostle merely flicked one finger in Morgana’s direction, almost casually. The gesture sent a wave of force that hit Morgana like a charging bull, lifting her off her feet and hurling her backwards out of the chamber.

She crashed into the stone steps with bone-jarring force and rolled to a stop at the top of the stairs, gasping for breath and tasting blood in her mouth.

She flicked again, which threw Morgana out of the chamber and into the open air above the chamber. Swefarna quickly acted and caught her.

Inside the dimly lit chamber, Magdalyna gazed intently at the boy lying motionless on the cold, stone altar. His body was still tied up, reflecting the severity of whatever ordeal he had endured. Her brows knit together in a furrow, deep in unknown thought, contemplating the situation and what it might mean. After a moment, a gentle smile crept across her face, as though she suddenly understood something profound about Jaenor—something that might change everything.