Beginning Of Multiverse Saga

Chapter 230: Nafreya Showing Her Powers

Flame Warriors fastened armor made from beast-scale and bone.

Fire Beasts lined up in the central square—Fire Lions, Flame Mammoths, Fire Foxes, and more.

Archers dipped arrows in smoke-oil, ready to pierce the sky.

From the hilltops, Fire Eagles took to the wind, eyes scanning every shadow.

Every hut wall was reinforced with fire-hardened stone.

Fire Foxes ran with scrolls in their mouths, spreading orders.

Children were guided into deep shelters, guarded by elder beasts and shield warriors.

The warning drums beat steadily—the rhythm of coming war.

The sacred bell rang thrice.

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In the Shadows...

Far away, from the edge of the jungle, Nafreya stood on a cliff, her cloak torn from the blast earlier, but her eyes still sharp.

Behind her stood a new army—shapeshifters, illusion weavers, and shadow beasts.

She looked down at the glowing village with hatred in her heart.

"They think this fire can protect her..."

She raised her hand. A wave of dark mist began forming behind her.

"...but not even Phoenix can burn shadows forever."

She turned to her army, eyes like a burning night.

"Prepare. Tonight, the fire will be swallowed by shadow."

And with a single wave of her hand, the attack began.

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Nafreya’s army struck like a storm. The Seth Tribe warriors poured out of the shadows—twisting, shimmering, many shapeshifting into fire beasts, confusing the defenders.

Others vanished and reappeared with illusions so real, warriors struck at nothing but air.

Their beasts were terrifying—panthers made of smoke, horned hounds dripping with shadow mist, and serpent-creatures with bodies like black silk, slipping through gaps in defenses.

Above them all, Nafreya hovered, her body glowing faintly—half her power already infused with the stolen Phoenix force.

She raised her hand.

A wall of invisible pressure slammed into the village.

Beast cages flew apart. Watchtowers crumbled. Fire Eagles fell from the sky.

The Flame Beast Tribe fought with everything they had.

Fire Lions leapt into the fray, their roars sending shockwaves.

Flame Mammoths charged, smashing through illusions, their tusks sweeping dozens of enemies aside.

Archers loosed burning arrows, lighting the field with fire trails.

Elders used runes, casting protective circles and fire shields to push back the enemy wave.

But... It wasn’t enough.

For every shadow-beast slain, another appeared.

For every warrior that stood, two were knocked aside by Nafreya’s overwhelming force.

At the center of it all—Jean lay unconscious, still surrounded by the sacred flame.

The few elders left to guard her held their positions desperately, even as walls cracked around them. One of them shouted, "We must wake her—she’s the only one who can match her!"

But the Chief growled back, "If we wake her now, she’ll burn us all! Not until the time is right!"

Just outside the sacred chamber, Nafreya landed, stepping through flames untouched.

Her eyes, now golden-red, shimmered with cosmic fire.

"Move aside," she told the guards. "The Phoenix belongs to me now."

And though the Flame Beast warriors gritted their teeth, raising spears and swords—

They could barely stand.

The enemy was too strong.

And for the first time... the Flame Beast Tribe began to fall back, step by step, toward the last wall of defense.

Just as Nafreya raised her hand to open the sacred chamber, a sharp crack split the sky—

not of fire... but of thunder.

⚡BOOM!⚡

A blinding streak of silver lightning shot down from the clouds above, striking the ground with a force that shook the earth beneath everyone’s feet.

In a flash, the ground lit up—

and standing in the shockwave’s heart was a creature that shimmered like a storm given shape.

It was a Lightning Unicorn—sleek and powerful, its mane crackled with live electricity, and its hooves sparked with every step it took. Its glowing horn pulsed with energy, bright as the morning sun, and its silver body shimmered with stormlight.

On its back—

Sharky.

Behind him, holding tightly, sat Rosie and Sophia.

His long white hair whipped in the storm wind, his eyes glowing with electric blue fury as he locked eyes with Nafreya.

Even Nafreya’s shadows faltered for a second—staring at this sudden force of power and speed.

Sharky jumped down from the unicorn in a single leap—landing between Nafreya and the sacred chamber where Jean still slept.

Sparks hissed beneath his boots as Rosie and Sophia followed, landing beside him with grace.

He cracked his knuckles, and sparks danced along his arms.

"You picked the wrong girl... and the wrong tribe," Sharky said, his voice like cracking stone—cold, firm, and laced with quiet fury.

Nafreya turned sharply, her eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar figures standing between her and the sacred chamber.

She stared at them—calm, composed, completely unbothered by the wreckage and screams behind them. It made her blood boil.

Her voice rose, "Who do you think you are—standing before me as if you belong?"

Sharky’s glowing eyes met hers. There was no fear in his expression—just a deep, sharp disdain, as if she wasn’t even worth the dust on his boots.

"I am Sharky Valor," he said, his tone unhurried. He raised his hand, motioning to the women flanking him. "And these are my wives, Rosie and Sophia Alexander."

Nafreya clenched her fists, her shadow cloak flaring. "You think names will save you? Do you know who you stand against?"

Sharky didn’t flinch.

"I know exactly what I’m looking at."

His gaze burned through her.

"A thief of power. A coward dressed in magic and illusions. You’re not special."

"Moreover, I lived with the Flame Beast Tribe. They welcomed me. They shared food and warmth. They treated me like one of their own."

He paused, then added with steel in his voice—

"...So I won’t let you touch them."

Nafreya snarled, rage twisting her face.

"You mock me—in my moment of triumph? You dare watch this battle like it’s some joke!?"

Before she could step forward, Sophia’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"That’s enough, bitch." She stepped up beside Sharky, her arms crossed.

"You want a reason to cry?"

Her voice was calm, deadly.

"You should be grateful my husband hasn’t taken this seriously yet."

Rosie stepped forward next.

"And listen well, jackal-faced bitch," she said. "It’s your fortune that my husband is being patient. Because if he weren’t, your ashes would’ve already blown across this jungle."

Nafreya’s face twisted in fury, her illusionary form starting to crack. Flames and shadow curled violently around her as she screamed—

"I’ll destroy you first!"

But before she could move, Sharky turned his head slightly to Sophia, nodding.

"Sophia. You heard her. What do you think?"

Sophia smirked, eyes glowing softly.

"I think she’s about to learn what power really looks like."

She stepped forward, her hands glowing white and blue.

She pointed at Nafreya.

"So go on, ’Destroy me,’ you said?"

She smirked.

"Try it."

"You want to get humiliated, then be ready," Nafreya said. She used telepathic powers to communicate. She wanted Sophia to strip naked and dance in front of strangers, so she would be humiliated.

Sophia remained unfazed by Nafreya’s attempts to use her telepathic powers. "When you’re ready to fight," she asked, she is puzzled by Nafreya’s actions.

This girl had been standing still for five minutes without engaging in combat.

Nafreya finally realized her telepathic powers were of no use, and the failure stung her pride. Her face twisted in frustration—how could this girl, this outsider, block her mind so easily?

Humiliated, she raised both hands, her body glowing with dark energy.

"I’ll show you true destruction!" she roared.

Dozens of glowing energy beams burst from her palms and shot straight at Sophia, burning through the smoky air of the Flame Beast Tribe village.

Watching from behind collapsed huts and shattered walls, the villagers of the Flame Beast Tribe held their breath. Warriors clutched their weapons, stunned by the raw power shaking their land.

The Seth Tribe soldiers, gathered at the village’s edge, sneered with anticipation, certain Sophia would be destroyed.

But in a flash of light—Sophia vanished.

She reappeared behind Nafreya, her voice steady and sharp, "If that’s your best attack, Nafreya, then I must say I’m quite disappointed."

The nearby Flame Beast warriors blinked in awe.

"She teleported?" one of them whispered.

"She’s not even afraid..." murmured another.

Nafreya’s jaw clenched. She turned and growled in anger, using her telekinesis to bend the beams midair—redirecting them back at Sophia.

But Sophia danced between them, blinking from place to place, vanishing and reappearing faster than their eyes could track. Even the Seth Tribe soldiers—trained in illusion and misdirection—couldn’t believe it.

"How is she moving like that?" one muttered.

In the middle of the battlefield, Sophia twirled away, barely dodging the final few beams.

But she wasn’t fast enough this time.

One beam struck her shoulder, sending her crashing into the side of a broken hut. She grunted, her body rolling once in the dirt.

Gasps echoed across the village.

"Sophia!" Rosie shouted from behind the barricade, her fists blazing with fire.

Sophia pushed herself up slowly, her breathing heavy.

Her hand went to her burned shoulder, but she stood.

"It’s fine..." she said softly. "I can still fight."

But inside, she knew the truth—this was her first real battle. She had the powers, yes... but she lacked the experience.

And Nafreya? Nafreya had hunted for five hundred years.

But at the moment, she was hit by one of the Energy Beam attacks.

Nafreya saw her stumble, her balance breaking. A cruel smile touched her lips.

"You’re finished," she whispered coldly.

She didn’t stop. She kept firing—beam after beam, faster and stronger. Sophia, already hurt, couldn’t escape in time.

The powerful blasts tore through Sophia’s body, burning her from all sides. Her screams echoed through the Flame Beast Tribe’s village, where the battle still raged.

Then, with a final massive burst of energy, Nafreya unleashed one last attack, a beam so powerful that it ripped Sophia’s body apart—shattering her into glowing fragments that scattered across the dirt.

The entire battlefield froze.

The warriors of the Flame Beast Tribe, the Seth Tribe, even Nafreya’s own followers stood silent in disbelief.

Gasps rose.

"She... she’s gone?" someone whispered.

The reactions of those present were a mix of shock, surprise, and sadness.

From atop a nearby wall, the elders of the Flame Beast Tribe looked down, heartbroken.

Nafreya laughed, dark and bitter. "Now you see? Just as I promised. She’s destroyed. Who’s next?"

She turned toward Sharky, mocking him.

"Come on. You stood and watched while your wife died. Want to lose another?"

But Sharky didn’t move.

His voice came out steady. "Turn around."

"What?" Nafreya snapped. "There’s nothing behind me—"

She turned.

And her eyes went wide.

Everyone—Flame Beasts, warriors, even her own soldiers—gasped in shock.

Sophia’s shattered pieces began to glow. One by one, they floated upward, swirling like golden dust. They pulled together, slow at first, then faster—reforming, restoring... rebuilding.

In seconds, she stood whole again. Her eyes opened, brighter than before.

The impossible had just happened.

The crowd stood frozen. Warriors fell to their knees. The Flame Beasts howled softly, sensing something divine.

Nafreya stepped back. "No... no, that’s not possible!"

Frustrated and humiliated, she clenched her fists. "I’ll destroy you again!"

She raised her hands, preparing another blast.

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Nafreya stepped back, her breath shaking.

"No... no, that’s not possible!"

Frustration and humiliation filled her face. She clenched her fists tight.

"I’ll destroy you again!"

She raised her arms high, and this time unleashed everything—energy beams shot forward, and with them, her telekinesis twisted the air around Sophia, throwing chunks of ground and burning debris alongside the blasts.

But Sophia didn’t move.

She stood still—letting the beams hit her.

Her body shattered again, breaking into glowing golden fragments, scattering across the battlefield.

Nafreya stood tall, panting, eyes full of madness.

"It’s over," she muttered.

Just to be sure, she lifted her hand and used her reality-bending powers, trying to erase the last traces of Sophia’s presence.

The fragments vanished from her eyes.

A cold smile spread across Nafreya’s lips.

She turned toward Sharky and Rosie, her voice filled with wicked pride.

"You see now? My power is above all. She’s gone."

But then—she froze.

Sophia was back.

Whole. Alive.

Standing beside Sharky, resting gently in his arms like nothing had happened.

"You’re really getting boring now," she said calmly, a teasing smile on her lips.

"My king didn’t even get to enjoy that one."

She turned and gave Sharky a soft kiss on the cheek, then smiled again, eyes glowing with gentle fire.

Nafreya’s jaw tightened. Her rage boiled over.

She screamed, her voice sharp and hateful.

"You dare mock me?! Then watch her die!"