บททั้งหมดของ The Goddess Warrior: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Mahisar’s words were laced with venom, his eyes bearing down on her, forcing her to feel small beneath his gaze. He paced just outside the bars like a predator toying with its prey.“Goddess Durga,” he said, his voice dripping with both reverence and malice, “I have had centuries to study you… to understand your powers, your weaknesses, your rebirths. Every text, every myth, every whisper of your return has led me here.” He spread his arms, as if unveiling a masterpiece. “This entire place is laced with my spells. Even your light—your divine fire—cannot reach beyond these walls. Here, you are helpless. Here, you are mine.”Jaiyana’s heart slammed against her ribs. She tried to summon the energy that had always been there for her, the light that answered instinctively—but nothing came. The pendant against her chest was hot, but the warmth was trapped, suffocated beneath layers of magic. A cold realization settled in: Mahisar wasn’t bluffing.Maximus had been standing in the corner smir

The tray clattered softly on the floor as Jaiyana stared at it, the small portion of food seeming almost like an insult. The demon who had delivered it lingered just long enough for her to notice its twisted, inhuman features—pale gray skin streaked with veins of dark red, eyes like molten silver, claws scraping the edges of the tray—but it refused her gaze, shuffling away on legs that bent wrong. Every movement carried a faint, unnatural echo, as though its body was too large for the space it occupied.Jaiyana’s stomach growled despite her anger, a sharp reminder of her fragility. She poked at the food with her finger, grimacing at its texture and smell, but hunger whispered louder than pride.Sleep came in fits and starts. Shadows moved across the small cell, whispering in a language she could almost—but not quite—understand. Each time she blinked awake, she expected the door to open again, expecting another demon’s looming figure.But this time, the air shifted differently. There w

Tharion’s deep, guttural bark cut through the cavern like a whip. “Positions! Stay tight! Kaplan, cover the rear!”The swarm of demons surged closer, shadows flickering and writhing as they circled, their sulfurous stench thick in the air. Kaplan planted his feet, Shan’s growl vibrating in his chest as his green eyes flared. He shifted slightly, claws extending, tail lashing, ready to meet the first wave head-on.Isabella moved like liquid, a blur of platinum hair and red-eyed focus. She slashed through the nearest shadows, fangs glinting as her movements flowed with deadly elegance. The shadows hissed and recoiled where her presence touched them.Sheila’s hands wove intricate patterns in the air, her ancient words rolling over the cavern in a musical cadence. Sparks of blue light erupted from her fingertips, forming barriers and lances of crackling energy that cut through the demonic forms, forcing some to retreat.Tharion’s massive arms swung like wrecking balls, each strike crackin

Mahisar fled to his quarters, his breath ragged, the edges of his vision still pulsing with the aftershocks of pain. His master’s fury was unlike anything he had ever felt. The plan had to change—and fast—if they were to have any hope of defeating the Goddess Warrior and the growing alliance at her back. Failing to seize her weapons, let alone destroy them, had tilted the balance sharply against them.When his master’s presence filled Jaiyana’s cell, the air itself had cracked like a struck bell. Mahisar had nearly dropped to his knees, clawing at his temples as searing pressure built behind his eyes. He had thought his skull might split apart. There had been a time when his master’s power had been tempered by something resembling favor—now there was only cold contempt.Mahisar was only a pawn in his master’s game now, and he knew it. In this hierarchy, failure meant death—and not a merciful one. He had been summoned from the depths of hell to inhabit this mortal shell, years spent we

Kaelan’s confident strides carried him across the training grounds, each step measured yet undeniably forceful, announcing his presence even before the healer’s tent flap shifted. His eyes glinted with the reflected light of Azure, his wolf, as the bond subtly guided his movements. There was purpose in every motion, an unspoken readiness to act.Inside, he found Kaplan seated beside a woman of remarkable poise. Her silver hair framed a serene, commanding face, and the midnight-blue robes with silver embroidery marked her as someone far above the ordinary. Kaelan’s breath caught—he recognized her instantly. Padma Rukmini, Matriarch of the Moon Readers, a legend in both power and wisdom.He bowed his head deeply, a mixture of respect and awe stirring in him. “Kaplan, this is a true blessing—to be visited by the greatest Moon Reader of our time, Padma Rukmini.”Padma’s smile was gentle, and her eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief and warmth. “No need for formality here,” she said softl