The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 77: See from Above

Athena felt weightless, adrift in an endless sea of stars. The galaxy stretched before her, vast and breathtaking, a cosmic expanse that shimmered with a thousand lights.

She had died, again. The realization should have filled her with sorrow, but instead, there was a strange peace in her heart. She had fought with everything she had. She had tried.

And yet, even in death, something remained.

A voice, smooth and ancient, echoed around her. "Welcome, Athena."

She blinked. Her ethereal form felt different, untethered, as if she were no longer bound by the limits of flesh and bone.

Slowly, she turned, searching for the source of the voice, but there was nothing. Only the great expanse of the cosmos, stretching infinitely in all directions.

Then, in front of her, a screen flickered into existence.

The image that appeared made her breath catch.

Mors.

He was kneeling amidst the ruins of the battlefield, his body trembling, his sword planted on the ground beside him.

His golden eyes, once filled with life, were now empty, hollow. But worse than that was the aura surrounding him.

Darkness.

A swirling, malevolent force coiled around him like a living thing, feeding off his grief and fury.

His golden light, once so radiant, was dimming, being swallowed by something far more sinister.

The voice returned.

"Your mate almost destroyed everyone around him after your death. He also killed endlessly. And his soul, which was full of golden merits, has shown signs of darkening."

Athena’s breath hitched. "No... That’s not possible."

The screen changed.

Mors, surrounded by bodies, his sword dripping with blood, both human and demon.

Mors, his golden mark flickering, his hands trembling as he clutched his head in agony.

Mors, eyes hollow, as if the man she loved was being swallowed by something terrible.

Athena’s hands curled into fists. "What will happen to him?"

The voice spoke again, unchanging, almost emotionless.

"With him wielding a sword bound by light, a sudden darkening in his soul will threaten the sword. It will also turn evil. And one day, he might destroy a whole galaxy."

Her stomach dropped.

She had seen firsthand how powerful Mors was.

If the light in him was twisted into something monstrous, if Elsienflora, a divine weapon, became corrupted... the consequences would be catastrophic.

"No," she whispered. "That can’t happen. He wouldn’t..."

But she knew.

She knew what grief could do.

Not through the heavens, not through some ethereal plane, but backward, through time itself. Her body felt weightless, yet unbearably heavy at the same time.

A strange warmth enveloped her, familiar yet foreign, as though the universe itself was molding her back into the past.

The sensation of movement came to an abrupt halt.

Then...

A familiar voice.

"Athena? Are you listening?"

Her eyelids fluttered open.

She was sitting in a sleek, modern office, the soft hum of air conditioning filling the space.

Across from her, a well-dressed woman with short, sharply styled hair and glasses sat with a tablet in hand, watching her with a furrowed brow.

The woman tapped her fingers impatiently against the glass surface of the device.

Athena’s mind reeled.

This place... these walls... this voice...

The memory struck her like a bolt of lightning.

This was the day she first arrived in the interstellar era.

Her first day as Athena Demerin.

The woman across from her, her agent, sighed in exasperation.

"I know you’re exhausted from the last shoot, but you need to focus. The company just finalized your participation in ’Starlight Lovers’, the biggest love-themed variety show this season. This is a huge opportunity."

Athena blinked.

Her heart raced.

This wasn’t a dream.

She was back.

Sent back to the beginning.

Before she met Mors. Before she became entangled in the battle of gods and demons. Before she learned the truth of her existence.

Everything she had experienced, the love, the pain, the battles, the war, none of it had happened yet.

Or rather, it had, but only in a timeline that was now locked away, waiting to be rewritten.

Her fingers curled into her lap as she took a deep breath, steadying herself.

She had been given a second chance.

A chance to change fate.

A chance to save Mors from his inevitable descent into darkness.

And this time, she wouldn’t fail.