CHAPTER 220: DEATH AND JUSTICE

DARK SERAPHINA’S POV .

After 500 years of waiting, of anguish and hunger, it has finally come to an end.

Now, we possess flesh and power, energy far surpassing that ever wielded by a witch, and flesh to exist in the mortal realm again.

As she falls into a deep slumber, tucked away in the back of her subconscious, giving us full reign over her, the body and magic become completely ours.

The blade strikes forward but shatters into a hundred pieces before it can break our flesh, and an energy wave pushes the wolf and everything around us backward, blowing out the candles as well.

The flimsy trinket on our wrist shatters, unable to contain our power any longer.

"Impossible!" he stands again, staring back with horror and confusion. "You aren't supposed to be able to do anything. I bound your worthless magic... I killed your mate!" He screams, like a child throwing a tantrum from not having his way.

Instead of responding, we display our power, rising from the altar, levitating of