Chapter 161

YAZ'S POV

I stood before them like a supervisor surveying his disciples. They were a sea of cowards trembling at my mere presence. Their heads bowed, their bodies rigid with fear. The power I felt in that moment surged through me like a drug, intoxicating, overwhelming. They feared me, and rightfully so. The scent of their fear was more potent than the blood spilled at my command, and I reveled in it.

"Raise your heads," I commanded.

A few flinched, but they obeyed. Slowly, one by one, their heads lifted. Eyes still averted, they dared not meet my gaze. Weaklings. That’s what they had become under the pathetic rule of Kylian and Cole. Their reign had bred softness.

The Moon Goddess. I sneered at the thought. A lie they clung to. The moon goddess was a fairy tale to they used comfort themselves in their pathetic existence. But I? I was no myth. I was here, real and strong. I was the only god they would ever need.

"You’ve been lied to your entire lives," I began, pacing slowly before