"What do you want?" he said sternly, knowing he couldn't fight her, not even dream of it.
"Your son's head, of course," Valentina said, her eyes glowing deeply with an endless red.
Silence hung in the air, making the situation almost comical... the greatest demon of all time came personally to take his son from him, and he was still asked to hand him over? Why so...
"Don't worry too much; I'm here to offer you benevolence," Valentina said as she began to expand her dominion materially. Valentina currently had such powerful blood control that she could create creatures from it. So she did, with control almost equal to the Vampire King himself. She began to summon various werewolf corpses before him, turning the polished palace floor into a pit of pure carnage.
The scene could be considered a horror painting by a meticulous artist who would use even the blood from an angel's wings as paint for their chilling work. Various werewolf bodies that Valentina had seen and killed appeared on the floor, all looking at Velkan with fear, sadness, and despair.
"So, do you still want to deal with me, or do you want to wait for my husband to arrive? I'm still quite aware and don't want a world war, but if you do, that's truly your problem," Valentina said, looking not at Velkan but at the woman beside him. She was indeed someone important, and for unknown reasons, Valentina felt Gungnir on her back tremble, but not out of fear or anything like that...
It was a genuine and silent rage, a contained fury that she could almost hear her weapon say, "Kill her."
"Why do you want my son's head... and which one, exactly?" Velkan questioned, even implying that if it were one of the troublemakers, he'd easily sell them to calm this uncontrollable demon before him, who reeked of the deepest and most foul blood he had ever smelled.
"I'm just advancing what will happen, Velkan. I don't want to destroy your kingdom; I just want Alexander. My dear husband has much to deal with him," Valentina said with a repugnant smile that left Velkan speechless. She smiled with disdain for his existence, as if her eyes judged him as not worth existing, and it infuriated him.
"You're joking with me, aren't you?" Velkan asked. Of course, the target had to be his most competent general... besides... why? It had been ten years since the incident, and it only showed that his son was right to kill that horrific being who dared to come back to life.
"Oh... yes, you're still thinking of this as a childish revenge, aren't you?" Valentina asked, seeing how he was reacting. Her incredible gaze, which could perfectly read expressions, struck him, and she just smiled as she sat cross-legged on a throne made of dead werewolves...
"My husband doesn't intend to give him much time to live anyway. I'm just giving you the chance to survive, you know? I'm fighting for you, you know? I even spoke with Siren," Valentina said with a compromising smile.
"Spoke with her about what?" Velkan stood up quickly, angry, even knowing he couldn't do anything.
"You can leave. We don't agree with anything you want," the woman interrupted, completely cutting off their conversation, intruding without prior notice. "Leave," Fenrir said, pointing to the exit. "You're not welcome here," she added.
Valentina looked at her again, analyzing her combat power, and she couldn't... She couldn't see through her. "How interesting..." she thought again. It wasn't the first time she felt something like this coming from a person...
Fey nodded. "Yes, this place is a part of me. Sharing it with all of you... it's like giving a piece of myself to our new life together. Here, I'll be more connected to what we are and what we can be. Besides, this is the only place in the entire world where you will never be at risk...
It is where I am Supreme."
"So that's it... A safe place where no one will attack us. If this is to be our future home... let's start shaping it," Morgana said, trying to embrace the idea. She knew Fey was sincere in her desire to protect them and create a safe environment. Even though the place was intimidating, with Fey by her side, everything seemed possible.
"Yes, let's," Fey replied, her voice serene and full of determination. The two then began to plan how to transform that vast and ancient space into a new home where they could start their lives anew, surrounded by the unwavering protection of Fey.
Thus, Morgana and Fey began to conjure the first foundations of the monumental structure rising in the crater. Using Morgana's magic and Fey's vital force, they shaped the land and erected pillars of arcane energy, capable of withstanding any adversity that might arise.
Fey's powers flowed like deep roots into the earth, connecting with the core of her being, while Morgana drew complex sigils in the air, which materialized into mystical stones, forming a solid base. Together, they created a natural shield around the crater, ensuring that no external force could penetrate. .net
"Every stone, every branch, every strand of energy here will carry our mark," Fey said, as the structure took shape, with towers spiraling toward the sky and underground corridors extending like veins of the earth.
Morgana watched, fascinated by the fusion of magic and nature. "It will be a home, but also a fortress," she murmured, feeling the magnitude of what they were building.
On that day, a legendary witch and a World Tree created something that would mark the history of the entire world...
"I think..." Morgana murmured...
"We might have overdone it..." Fey completed.
The scale of what they had done was unprecedented... "Holy shit!" Everything was interrupted when Linnea, who had gone to handle some things on the other side of the world, returned. "I was gone for only six hours!" she shouted, causing Morgana and Fey to look at each other.
"She's cute, isn't she?" Morgana asked.
"A bit temperamental," Fey replied.
"HEY!!! I CAN HEAR YOU!" Linnea shouted at them.