The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 76: Crazy

Mors stood frozen, his arms outstretched where Athena had once been. The warmth of her body had vanished, replaced by a void so deep it threatened to consume him.

His mind refused to accept it. His heart thundered in his chest, his breaths ragged and uneven. She couldn’t be gone. She was just here. Laughing. Fighting. Standing beside him.

Then why, why was she gone?

His fingers clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms. Blood dripped onto the battlefield, mixing with the crimson-stained earth.

A growl rumbled in his throat, deep and primal, building into a snarl that ripped through the air.

His vision blurred, not from pain, but from the sheer, all-consuming fury that burned within him.

Severina stood above him, smirking. Mocking.

She had stolen Athena. His Athena.

The realization snapped something inside him.

Mors tilted his head back, and the battlefield trembled with his scream. A power unlike any he had ever felt surged within him.

It clawed at his veins, an untamed beast roaring to be unleashed. The sky darkened, the clouds swirling in chaos above.

A sudden gust of wind erupted from his body, throwing soldiers, both ally and enemy, back like leaves caught in a storm.

Severina took a step forward, her confidence faltering for the first time.

Mors was changing.

His skin burned, his body glowing with an eerie golden light. Symbols, ancient and unfamiliar, began etching themselves into his skin.

Lines of pure energy raced up his arms, spreading to his chest, then up to his forehead. A sharp pain seared through his mind, but he welcomed it.

Somewhere deep within him, something awakened.

Had Athena been alive to see it, she would have gasped at the mark forming on his forehead. A crest.

A symbol of a royal lineage long forgotten. A power hidden within him, suppressed, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

And now, with his wife stolen from him, that moment had come.

Severina’s smirk vanished. "What are you?"

Mors lifted his gaze, his once-familiar blue eyes replaced by a molten gold that blazed like fire.

His voice, when he spoke, was no longer his own. It was deeper. Richer. An echo of something ancient. Something unstoppable.

"Your executioner."

And then, he attacked.

Mors tightened his grip. "Did she scream when you killed her?" His voice was barely human anymore. It was guttural, filled with so much rage and grief that it shook the very air.

Severina’s lips curled in a defiant smirk, despite the pain. "She begged."

Mors lost control.

With a furious roar, golden energy erupted from his body, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

Severina screamed as his aura wrapped around her, crushing her like an invisible hand.

Her body cracked, her form breaking apart as the divine power of Elsienflora devoured her existence.

The demon goddess was dying.

And yet, Mors felt nothing.

No satisfaction. No triumph.

Athena was still gone.

A hollow emptiness consumed him, drowning out everything else.

Severina let out a final, choked gasp before her body shattered into a thousand fragments of black mist. The battlefield fell silent. The goddess of demons was dead.

But Mors didn’t let go of his sword.

He stood there, staring at the space where she had once been. The wind howled around him, carrying the distant cries of soldiers, the smell of blood, the echoes of battle.

And yet, none of it mattered.

He turned his gaze to the sky, his golden eyes reflecting the fading light.

The mark on his forehead still burned. The ancient power within him still thrummed. But without Athena, it felt meaningless.

He dropped to his knees, the rage draining out of him like water from a broken vessel.

"Athena..."

Her name slipped from his lips like a prayer. Like a plea.

But she did not answer.

She would never answer again.

Mors clenched his fists, his breathing ragged. For the first time in his life, he had won a battle and felt utterly defeated.

The war was over.

But so was everything else.