All Chapters of The Goddess' Vessel : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

71. Rachael. Memories of my uncle flooded me after that talk with Ethan. I hadn't thought about him in a long time, because a lot of things had happened. I clutched the cold piece of metal in my hands and followed Ethan silently through the corridor. Chekov was checking our back while Ethan handled the front, brandishing his big shotgun. I glanced at my gun, and I remembered the day I had discovered his stash of weapons when I came back from elementary school a fateful afternoon. The little metal box in the ceiling fell to the ground with a heavy bang, sending dust flying everywhere. I was curious, like all children, and my eyes widened as I approached it. I flipped open the latches, and the box creaked open, revealing a world of secrets within. Uncle Jonathan's stern warnings about staying away from his things echoed in my mind, but the allure of the unknown was too great. My gaze landed on the gun, and I felt an odd fascination with it. It was heavy and cold to the touch, and I

73. Ethan. The men moved with precise coordination, spreading out along the room in positions that gave them greater shooting advantages. They emptied their guns at me, the bullets whizzing past my head. George rolled to the ground, hiding behind cover as the fight began.I dodged and hid behind a pillar, my heart racing. Chekov rolled behind a wall, glancing at me, and we exchanged nods. I peeked out, my eyes scanning the area, and saw Rachael standing in the doorway, sweating profusely. "Stay back!" I mouthed at her, and she retreated, disappearing from view.I targeted a man, shooting at us while he approached, and he flew back, clutching his chest. One down, five to go. I aimed at the second man's arm, but before I could fire, one of them threw a disc blade at my gun, rendering it useless. The blade sliced through the air, striking my gun with a metallic clang.I threw the gun away, the useless metal clattering to the floor. Without hesitation, I unleashed my powers, letting my c

75. Rachael.I clutched my mouth shut, as I watched them from under the bodies of the dead guards and rubble. I was terrified, watching Chekov tell me to stay wherever I was. I happened to get pinned under the bodies after the explosion rocked us, I was out of it until I saw uniformed men surround Ethan and Chekov. I struggled to breathe, with the stench of blood and human fat seeping into my nose, I almost coughed. My hands trembled uncontrollably as the weight of the situation bore down on me. The thought of losing both Chekov and Ethan was suffocating, and the guilt of potentially being the cause of their demise was eating away at me. I couldn't bear the thought of lying to them and watching their lives get wasted because of my actions."Don't come out, my lady!" Chekov cried out, his voice laced with desperation. "If you come out, it will be all for nothing!" he shouted, his words piercing through the air like a warning. I knew he was trying to prot

77. Rachael. Sirius, along with his henchmen were blasted out of the building all the way down with a tremendous force. Ethan was fast and lucky enough to get Chekov out of the way at the last moment. My hands glowed fiercely, oozing energy and I stared at it. I stood frozen, my chest heaving as the adrenaline began to wear off, leaving my body trembling. The Moon Goddess's power still coursed through my veins, its ferocity both captivating and terrifying. If Ethan hadn't acted so swiftly, I could have unleashed unimaginable destruction. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. As I rushed to Ethan's side, Chekov's limp form in his arms filled me with concern. "Is everyone alright?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. Ethan gently laid Chekov on the ground, his eyes assessing the man's condition before standing up. "I got him out of the way before it landed. But we don't have much time." He glanced at my smoking hands and then to the safe room. The door to the safe room hung cro

79. Ethan. Naomi Rutherford stared at me with a look of yearning in her eyes. I could only pity her because I understood how she felt about her father's betrayal. "Ethan, I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words hung in the air, carried by the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees surrounding us. We sat side by side on a bench, watching the park's lush greenery sway in the wind. The weather had been perfect for our last talk, with the sun shining down on us and a soft, warm glow casting a sense of serenity over the scene.I turned to her, my arms folding across my chest. "You don't need to apologize, Naomi," I said, my voice gentle. "It's not your fault. It's obvious your father kept you out of the loop." My words were meant to comfort her, to let her know that I didn't blame her for her father's actions. But as I looked at her, I saw the weight of her guilt and regret still bearing down on her.We sat in silence for a moment, watching the world