Chapter Fifty-Seven

Athena’s POV

Magic zapped through the air. The more they used the harder it became to breathe. Their standoff was still going, each of them proving just how well skilled they were. The heat in the room was becoming unbearable as all their spent energy made the air heavy. Axel had created a sword made of fire, he slashed and swiped it towards his mother but even for an older woman she was quick. I wanted to help him but the more he channelled the weaker I became. I may hate him at the moment, but I didn’t want him to die. No. I wanted to make him suffer, to grovel and then I would decide whether or not I wanted him.

I was snapped back to my surroundings when Axel cursed. His own flame sword embedded in his stomach. He tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge, his mother laughing as he struggled.

“Silly boy. I have more power than you could possibly fathom. Each one of my ancestors passed their own power down when they died and as a result, I’m the strongest yet. Throw in the perks