Beginning Of Multiverse Saga

Chapter 231: End Of Seth Tribe

Nafreya’s jaw tightened. Her rage boiled over.

She screamed, her voice sharp and hateful.

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

She spun toward Rosie, pointing her palm, channeling all her powers—Energy Projection, Telekinesis, even a hint of her dark magic.

"If the first one is immortal, then I’ll break the second one! Let you watch her die again and again!"

A massive beam of light—white and red—shot toward Rosie.

But before it could reach her... everything froze.

The energy beam stopped mid-air.

Rosie stood untouched, calm, eyes glowing faintly golden like Sophia’s.

The warriors of the Flame Beast Tribe, hidden behind their defenses, gasped.

The Seth Tribe’s soldiers, who had followed Nafreya into this battle, stood in silent awe and fear.

---

"Hahaha... hahaha... ha ha ha..."

The laughter echoed across the battlefield, sharp and sudden.

Everyone turned their heads.

It was Sharky.

He was laughing—yet his face didn’t match the sound.

His eyes were glowing red.

The tribe knew what this meant.

Sharky was angry.

Not just angry— furious.

When Nafreya had attacked Sophia, he remained calm. He trusted Sophia’s powers—knew that unless someone could stop instant regeneration, she couldn’t die.

But when Rosie was attacked...

Everything changed.

He didn’t know why it affected him this deeply.

But something about seeing Rosie—his Rosie—targeted...

It snapped something inside him.

He realized the truth: Rosie wasn’t just his wife. She was his weakness. His reverse scale.

The one person no one was allowed to touch.

He loved her.

More than anything.

Even more than his other wives.

Maybe it was because she was the youngest.

Maybe it was her curiosity, her boldness.

Maybe it was the way she looked at him with tear-filled puppy eyes, never needing to speak a word—and he still always knew what she wanted.

He didn’t need to understand why.

He just knew—if someone tried to hurt her, they would pay.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Nafreya.

His hand gripped her throat.

She couldn’t able to move.

"Rosie is my wife," Sharky said, voice calm—but each word held the weight of a thousand storms.

"I love her. So tell me... what do you think will happen to you... now that you tried to hurt her?"

Nafreya’s body trembled.

And then—she shattered.

Her body broke apart into dark shards.

But a moment later...

She reformed.

Smiling.

"You can’t kill me," she said smugly. "Just like your wife Sophia, I too can return. I have the power of the Dark Phoenix—and you..."

She smirked.

"You may be strong, but you can’t stop resurrection. I will rise again and again. There’s nothing you can do."

Her eyes burned with dark pride.

"I can’t be erased... Sharky Valor."

She laughed again—confident in her immortality.

But what she didn’t reveal...

Was that her resurrection came with a limit.

Nine times.

That was all.

Because she has incomplete power of Phoenix.

While Sharky didn’t know that truth, he wasn’t concerned.

He was somewhat amused by the display of so-called Dark Phoenix power.

He’d fought things far worse.

And more ancient.

He knew not all Phoenixes could endlessly come back to life.

Even those that could... required time to grow into full strength.

Some needed decades before they could properly wield their gifts.

And this Dark Phoenix?

She was special, yes.

He stared at her rising figure. Her power. Her flame.

But something was missing.

"Where is the will... and where is the body... of the true Dark Phoenix?" he murmured to himself.

His body flickered—and he appeared beside her in a blink.

Before she could react, he froze only her left hand, sealing it mid-air in a glassy aura of pressure and time.

"Even if you had the full power of the Dark Phoenix," Sharky said coldly, "my will is law. Not even the cosmos can defy it."

"So tell me—" he stepped closer, "what can a borrowed spark do against the storm?"

With that, he shattered her left hand—snapping bone, flame, and energy all at once.

Nafreya screamed in pain.

She watched in horror as her broken hand tried to regenerate.

But it didn’t.

The energy trying to rebuild itself... ripped away by Sharky.

He’d taken the Phoenix flame, which tried to return to her, forcefully.

Nafreya’s voice trembled.

"H-How... how is this even possible...?"

She looked at her hand—half missing, burned away, no longer healing.

For the first time...

She was afraid.

---

Sharky stepped forward, his voice calm but laced with cold finality.

"Well... if I left you alone for a year or two, maybe your hand would recover. Maybe."

He locked eyes with her, and then—without warning—froze her right hand, sealing it with the same icy force. It cracked like thin glass... and then shattered into pieces.

Nafreya screamed, louder this time, as all the Dark Phoenix energy from her body swirled upward—gathering into the space where her hand had once been.

She trembled. "No... stop... please—"

"You’re quite beautiful," Sharky said, coldly holding her chin between his fingers.

"But you followed beasts like gods..." His glowing red eyes narrowed.

"And that... I don’t like."

Then came the end.

With a flick of his hand—

Her body exploded.

Limbs burst apart.

Her torso broke down into dust.

Only her head remained.

Her mouth twisted into a final, broken scream—

And then that, too, was gone.

Silence.

No trace of Nafreya’s form remained.

No ashes.

No energy.

Before the Phoenix Force could revive her, Sharky acted.

He reached out and took it.

All of it.

He tore the Dark Phoenix’s power from the air, pulled it away from Nafreya’s spirit.

Forcefully.

And without a host, the raw force drifted away... until it found Jean, still unconscious in the last chamber.

The Phoenix Force slipped back inside her silently... and rested.

---

Around them, the battle stopped.

The Flame Beast warriors, who had been fighting the last remaining Seth Tribe soldiers, suddenly roared in victory.

The death of Nafreya broke the enemy’s morale.

With fury in their hearts, the warriors of the Flame Beast Tribe charged and finished the battle.

The Seth Tribe members tried to run, but it was too late.

They were hunted down and destroyed. Every last one.

---

The village stood quiet, the air thick with smoke and dust.

And then—

A strong, steady voice echoed.

"Sharky!"

The Village Chief stepped forward, his face firm, proud.

After all, Sharky had lived among them, eaten with them.

And now, he had destroyed their greatest threat.

"You saved us. That monster will never rise again."

Sharky simply nodded.

There was no need for more words.

Together, the warriors raised their weapons high, shouting in triumph.

The Seth Tribe had fallen.

The Flame Beast Tribe was safe.

The Village Chief stood beside Sharky, watching the young girl resting inside the sacred chamber. Her body was still. But the golden light inside her chest pulsed with slow, steady waves.

"The Phoenix Force..." the chief muttered, his voice calm, but serious. "Still lives within her."

He turned to Sharky.

"You controlled it, didn’t you?" he asked. "I saw it. You faced it head-on. It bent it to your will."

Sharky said nothing at first.

The chief stepped closer. "If there’s anyone who can help that girl survive what’s coming... it’s you."

Sharky looked through the chamber window. Jean was seated alone, the flickering flame beside her reflecting in her eyes.

The chief continued, "She’s broken, lost. Her emotions are too strong, her power too wild. She needs someone to guide her... someone stronger than her fear."

Then, the old man’s voice lowered.

"And... I’ve seen how she looks at you. She likes you."

Sharky blinked.

The chief smiled. "Maybe it’s time she found someone who truly understands her. Someone who won’t fear her light."

He placed a firm hand on Sharky’s shoulder.

"You have many wives already... but if you’re willing, I will personally arrange the wedding between you and Jean."

Sharky looked back again.

He hadn’t thought about Jean this way. She was young, powerful. But there was a spark between them.

He gave a slow nod and stepped toward the sacred chamber door.

---

Inside the quiet chamber, Jean sat alone.

She had heard everything—from the chief’s proposal... to Sharky’s silence.

And she knew one thing for sure now.

She liked him.

Her cheeks were already warm, her heart pounding. The thought of marrying Sharky made her feel both shy and... strangely happy.

She had never thought of love. Not with her powers. Not with her past. But now, for the first time, she wondered what it would be like to be loved. To be held. To be chosen.

But as those thoughts swirled in her mind, they were joined by something else—embarrassment. She wanted to hide, but the chamber was bare. So instead, she just shut her eyes tightly and curled her hands over her face.

Then—she heard footsteps.

The door opened.

Sharky stepped inside.

His eyes instantly met the soft golden light that still flickered in her chest. He saw her sitting with her knees pulled close, eyes shut, face turned slightly away.

He walked toward her slowly. Gently. Calmly.

And when he stood in front of her, he crouched down.

"Jean," he said softly.

She didn’t answer. Just lowered her head even more.

So, he reached out, cupped her chin in one hand, and carefully pulled her hands away from her face.

She opened her eyes, surprised.

Sharky was close now. His gaze wasn’t cold, or curious, or distant.

It was warm.

Steady.

"I heard what the chief said," he began, his voice quiet. "But I’m not asking because of that."

She blinked.

"I’m asking because I want to," he continued. "Would you like to marry me?"

Jean’s breath hitched.

Her face turned bright pink. Her lips parted slightly, and her heart pounded harder than ever.

But still... she didn’t look away.

She forced herself to meet his eyes. To take the leap.

And slowly, with all the courage she could gather...

"Yes," she whispered, and nodded.

---

That Evening...

The Flame Beast Tribe gathered near the Sacred Circle, a large ring of blackstone marked with ancient carvings of beasts and fire gods. The flames around the village had been rekindled for celebration.

Tonight was not a war night

Pre-Wedding Rituals were about to begin.

Drums echoed softly. The firelight flickered golden and red across everyone’s faces. Warriors stood with proud expressions, and the elders sat quietly, watching the sacred space with wise eyes.

Children gathered, wide-eyed with excitement.

Jean stood at one end of the circle, wearing a new tribal robe made of soft crimson fabric with golden flame patterns embroidered along the hem. Her hair was gently braided back, and fresh firelily petals were placed behind her ears.

Her heart raced.

Across the circle, Sharky stood in silence—tall, calm, and powerful. He wore the Flame Beast ceremonial cloak, half-shouldered with glowing lines of orange woven into the fur. The cloak had once belonged to a great protector of the tribe... and now it was his.

As the tribe’s Fire Elder stepped into the center, holding a small bowl of glowing embers, the chants began.

"When fire meets fire, they burn brighter—not to destroy, but to protect."

The Elder stepped toward Jean first. She raised her hand.

A small flame appeared in her palm.

The crowd watched.

It danced gently in her hand—not wild, not raging. Just alive.

Then he turned to Sharky.

"Give your fire to her," the elder said.

Sharky lifted his hand. His flame sparked instantly, pure golden in color, warm and steady.

Their flames reached toward one another... and when they met—

A single phoenix-shaped flame burst upward between them, swirling in the air before settling into a small glow above the elder’s bowl.

The tribe gasped softly, and then cheered.

The elder smiled. "The fire spirits have accepted this bond."

Then came the final part of the pre-wedding ritual: the Firewalk.

Hand in hand, Sharky and Jean walked across a short path of heated stone—barefoot, as tradition demanded.

They stepped forward, slowly, together.

The fire beneath the stones didn’t burn them.

As they reached the other side, the drums stopped. Silence fell.

Then, the elder raised both arms.

"The fire has accepted them. The bond is real. The wedding will be held at sunrise."

Cheers rose in the air. Children clapped. Warriors roared with approval. And Jean... she smiled softly, feeling warm.

She looked at Sharky again.

He squeezed her hand gently.

She squeezed back.

—Author’s Note:

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