Chapter 116

***Jane***

Pain seared through me, my entire body burning like it was being torn apart from the inside. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to stay conscious. The mark on my skin, fading, unraveling, was the last thing tethering me to my power. If it disappeared completely, it would all be over.

Morgath loomed before me, his dark energy coiling around him like a living shadow. "You're barely standing, girl," he sneered. "This is the end. Accept it."

I refused. I couldn't. Allen, my friend. Kael, Tharos, Thalos, Lyra, everyone I loved was trapped behind my barrier, watching, helpless. They believed in me. I wouldn’t let their faith be in vain.

I straightened my spine, gripping my trembling fists. "You're wrong, Morgath. This isn’t the end. It’s the beginning."

He laughed, low and guttural. "A beginning? You’re dying. You don’t even have enough strength left to fight."

I exhaled, feeling my heartbeat slow and steady. My heart pulsed weakly, but deep within me, something remained. A spark. A truth I had denied for too long.

This power was never meant to be controlled. It was meant to be unleashed.

Closing my eyes, I surrendered to it; I reached inside myself. The mark on my skin burned, but this time, I didn’t resist. I let it take control, let it surge through every cell in my body, fusing with my very essence. A raw, untamed force consumed me, flooding my veins with power beyond anything I had ever known. spreading warmth instead of pain. Energy crackled through my veins, rushing like a river finally breaking through a dam. The wind howled around me as the earth trembled beneath my feet. Morgath’s expression faltered.

The air around me crackled as the battlefield trembled. The barrier I had created shattered, its energy dissolving into the storm now raging around me. The ground beneath my feet cracked open, releasing bursts of light that swallowed everything in their path. The safehouse is gone. The battlefield, torn apart. Morgath’s army was obliterated in an instant, their screams silenced as their very existence was erased.

"What are you...?" he started, but he already knew the answer.

Morgath staggered back, horror twisting his once-confident face. "What… what have you done?"

I was rewriting fate itself.

I lifted my gaze, my vision glowing with an otherworldly light. "I’m rewriting fate."

The battlefield shimmered, the sky warping as an unseen force bent reality. My barrier cracked, not from failure, but because it was no longer necessary. A brilliant light erupted from my body, expanding outward in a tidal wave of energy.

A deafening roar filled the air as a massive surge of energy exploded outward. Richard, the leader of Blackstone, had barely a second to react before his body disintegrated into nothingness. The operatives of Blackstone were gone, their high-tech weaponry turned to dust. The remnants of Morgath’s power crumbled, unable to withstand the force of my unleashed strength.

Morgath stumbled back, shielding his eyes. "No! You cannot...!"

Allen’s voice rang out beyond the chaos. "Jane! What’s happening?"

But it was too late.

Tears streamed down my face. "I’m setting things right."

The surge of energy tore through the battlefield, unraveling everything Morgath had built. His armies, his dark magic, his control over Drakora and Earth—it all began to dissolve into the blinding light.

Elara’s voice broke. "Jane, please! Don’t do this alone!"

But I had to. This was the price of power, the cost of rewriting fate. If I hesitated now, everything would fall apart.

The mark on my skin flared one last time before vanishing completely. The sky fractured, reality itself bending and twisting as the line between Earth and Drakora blurred. The two worlds merged before my eyes, their very essence reshaped by the storm of energy I had unleashed.

Morgath screamed, his form distorting, breaking apart like shattered glass. "No! This is not how it was meant to be!"

Morgath reached out, his body shaking as he fought against the energy tearing through the battlefield. "Jane, don’t..."

I smiled through my tears. "No. But it’s how it should be."

But I had to. This was the price of power, the cost of rewriting fate. If I hesitated now, everything would fall apart.

The light swallowed everything. The mark on my skin flared one last time before vanishing completely. The ground split open as the sky fractured. The very fabric of existence unraveled, bending and twisting into something new.

And then.

Thalos and Tharos were thrown backward as the barrier collapsed. Allen, Kael, Lyra, and the others hit the ground hard, unconscious before they could react. My power had separated them from the chaos, but they were no longer aware of what was happening.

Two worlds, Earth and Drakora, merged before my eyes. The line between them blurred, shifting, twisting, reforming into something neither realm had ever seen before.

My unleashed power destroyed everything, including the barrier, the safehouse, and every last remnant of Morgath’s influence. His army, Blackstone’s forces, Richard, everything that had threatened both worlds, was wiped away in an instant.

The battlefield was nothing but blinding white light.

Then nothing.

Just silence.

And then.

White.

Nothing but white.