Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 279: _Another Piece Set In Motion
Garrick’s POV
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When he opened his eyes again, he almost wished he had left them shut.
The holy chamber was in shambles.
Crystal lights flickered and sparked, dying out within seconds. The walls flared with protective wards at their limits. The marble floor was shattered with spiderweb cracks tens of meters across.
And as for Amara and Morwen—
"You think yourself so holy." Amara laughed mockingly, materialising several meters above.
Morwen levitated in front of her, arms spread out in preparation. "I think nothing of the sort. I—"
"Of course, you don’t!" Amara swiped her fingers forward, sending a crescent blade of white light. The blade sizzled the air around it, bending reality before it even got to Morwen.
The Councillor’s robes flapped wildly, a crystal dome taking shape around her.
An explosion of light and crystals followed, sending sparks of light and crystal flying everywhere.
"You thinking that would be hypocritical!" Amara didn’t stop, continuing her onslaught with a blast of white light. Morwen redirected it to a pillar that shattered on impact. "What you show the world on the other hand... Show ME. It’s a far cry from what you really are."
Morwen’s eyes furrowed with confusion but she didn’t have the leisure to ponder.
Amara charged, ancient sigils swirling around her like moons to a planet.
BOOM!
Garrick closed his eyes with a grunt, the explosion so powerful that he felt like his skin was going to melt. At this rate, the entire tower and the city will feel the battle.
Getting on his feet, he realised the silver chains had broken off his wrists. Definitely Amara’s doing.
The other councillors were busy creating force shields after force shields, struggling not to get swept away by the sheer force of the spells being thrown.
"Morwen!" One of them screamed from the dais at the other end of the chamber, her neck craned. "Stop this blasphemy at once! The High Matron—"
"Is a fraud!" Morwen’s voice wasn’t just loud. It was piercing, echoing in a cacophony that sent shockwaves booming through the entire chamber.
More crystal lights fell from the ceiling like dying stars, alongside dust and debris.
Garrick gnashed his teeth, covering his ears. It was no longer about escaping. It was about survival.
He turned around as Amara and Morwen moved at a speed far beyond light, trading spells faster than he could blink. At his end of the chamber was a large double door. Blue, pristine like it was cut from pearls.
But also heavily fortified with spells older than some bloodline families.
"There has to be a way to open it." He glanced over his shoulder, gaze locking back on the battle.
Morwen and Amara were in a fierce deadlock in the form of energy beams. The former was bright blue. The latter pure white.
Yet through that blinding haze—he noticed something.
The shade of Morwen’s blast slowly began shifting. Bright blue soon darkened. And then shift into purple. Shadows coiled around her arms, whispers of ancient spirits heavy in the air.
"Something’s wrong..." Garrick took a step back, craning his neck at the two transcendent core witches.
Meanwhile, Amara’s hair whipped around her, lips curving into a knowing smirk. "And there it is..." Her voice was sharp despite the deafening sound of the beam collision.
Morwen sneered, the shadows around her wrists forming something twisted on her back. It grew, transforming into black feathered wings so large they blurred out Amara’s light.
"Morwen...?!" A male councillor let out a croaked yell. "You’re... You’re tapping into—"
"Forbidden magic!" Amara declared with a snigger. "See?!" She turned her head to the cowering councillors. "That’s the person questioning my loyalty to this Kingdom. My allegiance!"
BOOM!
The deadlock of magic energy was finally broken by an explosion of cataclysmic proportions. Blinding light swallowed the chamber. The protection wards on the walls finally dulled.
Garrick reacted quickly, this time having access to his Alpha aura. A golden dome surrounded him, the runes on his black body armour activating.
"Argh!" He raised an arm over his head, rooting his feet on the marble. Heat and light burned through the dome but he didn’t break.
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When the dust and smoke settled, Garrick’s eyes fluttered open. Every pillar had turned to dust. There was now a huge hole blown through the ceiling, revealing the crisp Arcadian sky still alight with remnants of Kyren’s prior attack.
Spatial cracks dotted the air in the chamber. Garrick coughed, squinting through the suffocating stench of ozone, magic and ash.
And as for Morwen and Amara—
"FOOL!" An ancient voice cracked through the silence like a whip.
He raised his head to the hole in the ceiling, eyes widening when he saw Amara levitating above everything else—in all her High Matron glory.
Holy light shone brighter than ever, clung to her body like a second skin. Her white robe was matted with ash and soot, but even those flaked into the wind. Like her aura rejected any form of pollution.
What stood out more than all of that was who she had held by the neck.
Morwen.
The councillor who seemed so powerful mere seconds ago was now dangling at the mercy of Amara. Her black wings flickered faintly, dissipating into smoke. Her robes were torn, and even from this distance, Garrick could see the blood dripping down the corner of her lips.
"You think I haven’t noticed your corruption?" Amara mocked. "Your hidden attempts at collecting more power through forbidden means? Tapping into Eldritch chaos that could endanger us all."
Morwen choked, fingers curling around Amara’s wrist. Futile.
A gust of wind blew into the chamber, clearing the smoke and dust within seconds. The four councillors left standing—barely—groggily looked up. Their faces made them seem like they’d survived a world-ending event.
"Yield," Amara commanded. "Declare your hubris and stupidity before all in the capital. Before your fellow councillors."
Through all this, her holy light didn’t falter once.
Garrick sensed hesitation from Morwen. She was torn. Of course, she was.
If she weren’t a two-faced practitioner of forbidden magic, maybe then the other councillors would’ve backed her up against Amara. But now—
"Y–You..." Morwen rasped, the wind carrying her struggles. "I may have tapped into forbidden arts. But... But at least I didn’t endanger the lives of our people with a meaningless war. At least I didn’t—"
"You think the war against the Rogue King is meaningless?" Amara cut with a dry laugh. "Oh, naive one. In due time you’ll see why it’s not. Just no longer as my councillor..."
A giant silver rune appeared behind her just then. Garrick wasn’t much of a magic expert—but he’s been close to Amara long enough to know what that was.
"Power sealing..." He muttered while Amara raised Morwen higher.
"By the power of the old gods of magic. By the power of nature and the very life force of Solara..." She began a spell that twisted the air around her. "... I seal your mana—Morwen Feywin—here and now!"
Ancient chants chimed into the wind, bouncing off in a repeated rhythm.
Morwen screamed. Blinding white light enveloped her, limbs stiffening as Amara sealed her.
And as Garrick watched, he couldn’t help but grin. Because once again Amara showed just one of the many reasons he adored her. Not just her power.
But her ability to completely twist the chessboard to her favour.
Moments like this reminded him why even he—her husband—never truly knew the limit of her power.
Today, their secret was safe from Arcadia and the rest of Evaros. Although they still had one problem. Or rather... Three.
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"Kyren, the Alpha Prince and our dear moon blessed still know the truth about me." Amara drummed her fingers on a throne a few hours later.
The throne room was dimly lit, located in a manor hidden under centuries of cloaking spells and illusions—away from the rest of Arcadia.
Garrick stood on the steps of the dais, still tasting dust from the battle. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Amara made an exasperated sigh, tilting her head to her husband. "They still have access to information that could topple my rule."
Garrick shook his head. "They lack proof, my love."
"Morwen lacked proof too." Amara scoffed. "All we have now is time. Lucian will ascend the throne, undergo Lunaria’s baptism of moonlight and become a celestial-level Alpha. Another being powerful enough to face a transcendent core mage—me."
Silence.
Neither of them said a word for seconds.
Until—
"But then again," Amara’s eyes lit up, adjusting her sitting position. "You still have control of the Lunarian palace wards. You can destroy them from the inside out before they name the High Matron their enemy."
Garrick smiled.
There she was.
"And then there’s the little bug we kept in Kyren’s palace." Amara chuckled darkly, a crimson holographic screen appearing in front of her. "Kyren’s excavation is awakening energy from the divine crystal. And once that energy is out—"
"The forgotten Stormborn prince’s true nature will awaken alongside it." Garrick completed, smile widening. "Another piece of our grand plan. Set in motion."
All this and the heart jewel in Elian’s possession—were part of something massive. Something Evaros and indeed, all of Solara, won’t be ready for.
