The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 58: The Cost of Faith (Special Chapter)

Alishiera stood before the towering obsidian gates, her fingers trembling as she traced the ancient runes etched into the cold, black stone.

Her body was exhausted, her magic nearly drained from the battle with the first demigod, but she had no time to rest.

Devancier was inside. She could feel his presence, faint yet unwavering, as if his soul was calling out to hers.

The only way to reach him was through the forbidden spell, a prayer that no Saintess should ever dare to utter.

She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She had learned of this spell in secret, hidden away in the depths of the Grand Cathedral’s archives.

It was a forgotten prayer, one that sacrificed the caster’s own blood and soul in exchange for immeasurable power.

A prayer so strong that it could overturn fate itself.

But it was a prayer that no true Saintess should ever use, for it defied the very essence of faith, offering oneself to darkness in order to grasp the light.

Alishiera pressed her hands together, the sacred incantation forming on her lips. The moment the first words left her mouth, the air around her crackled with energy.

Golden light seeped from her skin, the divine power within her reacting violently to the forbidden spell.

Pain lanced through her body as intricate symbols burned themselves into her flesh, forming a binding contract between her soul and the forces she was about to unleash.

She knew what this meant. Once she completed this prayer, she would no longer be a Saintess.

Her faith, her purity, everything she had built her life upon, it would all be stripped away.

But she had no choice.

If she died, her daughter would carry on the role of Saintess, and the empire would continue to thrive under her protection. But if Devancier perished, the empire would crumble.

The armies could not win without their general. Their son, though young, was the appointed heir, but the world was cruel, and accidents could happen.

Without Devancier’s presence, without his leadership, their enemies would seize the opportunity to strike.

She would not allow it.

She could not allow it.

Her husband had to live.

For their children.

"And here I thought you were just another mortal. But no... you reek of something far more dangerous."

Alishiera ignored him. Her battle was not with words.

With the last remnants of her strength, she raised both Arthivian and Elsienflora, their twin auras burning brightly.

The power of her forbidden spell surged through her veins, pushing her beyond her mortal limits. Her blood boiled, her soul screamed in agony, but she did not falter.

She had already paid the price.

Now, she would collect her reward.

With a single step, she launched herself forward, her blades clashing against the chains of fate itself.

Xanveris smirked as he raised one massive clawed hand, summoning a web of cursed chains from the void.

They slithered through the air like living serpents, their dark energy seeking to ensnare Alishiera.

But she was faster. Her faith, though tainted by the forbidden spell, was still unshakable.

With a swift motion, she crossed Arthivian and Elsienflora, their opposing energies merging into a blinding force.

The moment the cursed chains struck, her swords cleaved through them, shattering the demonic restraints with divine and infernal fire.

Xanveris narrowed his glowing eyes. "Interesting," he murmured, his voice laced with curiosity. "You’re willing to burn yourself away just to free him?"

Alishiera didn’t answer. There was no need for words.

She lunged forward, her swords striking at the demigod’s thick armor. Sparks flew as her blades clashed against his unholy plating.

The force of her assault sent shockwaves through the chamber, shattering stones and scattering debris.

Devancier, still bound, watched in awe as his wife fought with a strength beyond human limitations.

He could see it, the price she was paying. Her once-radiant glow was flickering, her breath uneven, her body straining under the power she had borrowed.

But Alishiera didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Because this battle was no longer just about saving Devancier.

It was about defying fate itself.