Chapter 90. Boreas’ Rage

Celeste’s POV

Everyone in our village—including me—held The Goddess Rene in the highest esteem. She was like a mother to us all, the unwavering pillar that kept the Umbra Veil pack united. Her mere presence inspired us to push ourselves to the limit. We already knew she was powerful, but no one could have anticipated the sheer magnitude of energy she would unleash in this battle.

In an instant, Rene poured forth an astonishing torrent of magic, enough to send Myrrha—the second delta of the rival Dreadmaw pack—crashing to the earth. Myrrha lay flat on her back, motionless, yet somehow she managed to fire a jagged wooden spike straight into Rene’s midsection. A spray of crimson stained her robes as she coughed violently.

“Cough!” Rene gasped, clutching her wound.

“Checkmate, my dear Rene!” Myrrha taunted, a cruel smile playing on her lips even as the mental assault that Rene had launched threatened to steal her consciousness.

Rene, her magic nearly