The Goddess Vessel
It ignited.
It was not a gentle flame. It was a supernova of pure, undiluted fury.
His eyes bled from molten gold to a blinding, incandescent white. Power, raw and ancient, erupted from him-not the controlled strength of an Alpha, but the primal wrath of a mate whose other half was being torn from the world.
The aura that exploded outwards wasn't just commanding; it was annihilating.
The abomination holding him didn't just let go. Its arm, from the fingers up to its shoulder, dissolved into ash and molten metal. The other creatures froze for a microsecond, their programming scrambling to compute an energy signature that shouldn't have existed.
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