One second the Guardian was in front of Zinya and Kamila and the next she was past them like they were made of smoke. There was no need for magic or violence, her existence and means were beyond what mortal minds could understand.
"And when that day comes, I'll kill you with my own hands." Salaark grabbed Kigan by the neck without him offering any resistance.
Even if he were still at his peak condition, the Dark Phoenix knew he was no match for the Overlord. She could Blink farther than he could Warp, walk faster than he could fly, and was stronger than his twin cores made him. Yet. freeweɓnøvel.com
'It's over. I deserve everything Mother is going to do to me. The Dark Phoenix thought. I won't be there to see the Master's plans come to fruition but I know he'll forgive me. I've fulfilled my duty and that's enough. It must be enough.'
The white flames engulfed Kigan from head to toe and he gritted his teeth to withstand the agony.
Yet there was none.
The Rebirth Flames closed his wounds and restored his body. Kigan's mass returned to being that of a Divine Beast and his life force was whole again.
"Yet that day is not today." After healing him, Salaark took a few steps back to give him space. "Today you are not the Bloodstained. The lost son I know and hate would have run away at the first sign of danger.
"He would have brought shame to my name and Nest like he has done since the day he betrayed us. When confronted with his crimes, Kigan Bloodstained would have screamed and struggled like the cornered rat he is.
"You, instead, have fought to protect these two women and put your life on the line even when you understood you had no chance of victory.
"I don't know if you did it because I made Kamila an honorary member of the Nest or because she's Lith's wife and Elysia's mother. I don't know if you simply did it because there's something between you and her sister. Honestly, I don't care."
Usually, being this close to a member of her Nest was enough for Salaark to read his mind. To share their thoughts and feelings. Kigan, however, was beyond her Blood Imprint bloodline ability.
Not only was he still part Eldritch, and the Overlord's powers had no influence over the undead. Kigan was also part Balor which messed up with her readings further. The two fallen bloodlines shrouded Kigan's Phoenix blood like a thick mist.
Salaark could spot vague figures and hear muffled sounds but that was it. It was the reason Leegaain still ignored Vastor's identity as the Master even after meeting Zoreth in person so often.
Her Eldritch nature devoured every smell and energy trace lingering on her body. That and the influence of her troll core limited what he could read through the Dragon scales to her most surface-level feelings and immediate thoughts.
"Today, you have acted like a proud member of my Nest." Salaark's gaze softened as she looked Kigan straight in the eyes. "You have fought against impossible odds, defended one of my helpless Hatchlings, and submitted to my judgment.
"Today, you are Kigan the Dark Phoenix and I am your mother. Today, you made me proud, son."
Kigan fell onto his knees, more wounded than from any blow even a Guardian could inflict on him. Kigan clenched his chest to suppress his burning heart. He wanted to tell her how ashamed he was of his past actions.
He wanted to let his mother know that he had overcome the madness of the Abominations and how much he missed her and his sibling. He would have accepted any punishment, given almost anything to redeem himself just a bit in her eyes before accepting the blade of the executioner.
Almost.
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