Chapter 129. The Last One Standing

Xerina’s POV

A thousand years ago, when the stars still spoke and the winds carried the whispers of ancient powers, I ruled the skies. I was Xerina, the Goddess of Light, the protector of realms, and the bearer of divine justice. The heavens bowed before me, the earth quaked at my command, and the hearts of men worshipped my name with reverence.

I remember it all too clearly—the golden days before darkness crept in.

He was the one I trusted. Kaelen, the mortal who rose to power, standing beside me as if he were my equal. His eyes held a fire, an ambition that mirrored the stars, and I, foolishly, believed that in him, I had found a companion. The gods had warned me—never trust mortals with the power of gods—but I was blinded by love, by the belief that our fates were intertwined.

He came to me in dreams first. Promises of unity, of a kingdom where gods and men walked as one. His voice was sweet, his touch tender, and I, blinded by the illusions of eter