Rhea’s words hung in the air, her divine presence almost overwhelming. “Yes, Alexander,” she said, her voice like a gentle melody. “Nyxis is my child. Not only her—all the Skyrend are my children. Nyx and her husband, too.”

  I blinked, trying to process what she had just said. “What…?” My voice came out barely audible. “All the Skyrend… are your children?”

  She nodded, her expression calm yet filled with an unmistakable power. “I, Rhea, a supreme being—a goddess—am the one born from the tears of the world itself. My existence was forged to rival the mighty dragons who once threatened this world.”

  My jaw dropped. This was... a lot. “You’re telling me... you were born to fight dragons? The same dragons that nearly destroyed the world centuries ago?”

  Her smile was serene, but her words carried a weight that shook me to my core. “Yes. When the world wept under the wrath of dragons, I came into being. The Skyrend, the warriors of the skies, were born of my essence. They are my children, protectors of balance and life.”

  I stared at her, utterly baffled. If I remembered my game knowledge correctly—and I was pretty sure I did—there was no mention of a goddess named Rhea in Light of Solarius. The only goddess I remembered was Genessia, the one who supposedly helped my brother defeat the demon lord.

  “What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, gripping my hair in frustration. “Rhea? Skyrend? Dragons? None of this was in the game! What is going on? And wait…” I froze, realization hitting me like a thunderbolt. “You said you could revive her?”

  There were some mentions of Dragons in the game, Yeah i had to fight a dragon to reach level 100 and that was all.

  But after i read from the books from the library of Duskenfern, I got to know about the battle between the gods and Dragon, The Skyrend played an important for the gods to win a losing battle.

  Rhea’s gaze softened. “Yes, Alexander. I can.”

  Those three words shattered all my doubts. My grief, my despair, my confusion—none of it mattered anymore. If she could bring Nyxis back, I’d do whatever it took.

  “Wait, hold on,” I said quickly, raising my hands. “Can you really revive her? Like, for real? No tricks, no catch?”

  She tilted her head slightly, amused by my disbelief. “Do you doubt me still, Alexander?”

  “Damn right I do!” I blurted out, the desperation in my voice clear. “I mean, no offense, but gods aren’t exactly known for being straightforward in these kinds of situations. But if you really can bring her back… I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just say the word.”

  Rhea smiled gently, her divine presence radiating both warmth and authority. “I can revive her, Alexander. But there is a condition.”

  Her words made my heart skip a beat. A condition? It didn’t matter—I was ready for anything. I looked up at her, determination blazing in my chest. “What is your condition? I’ll accept whatever you ask.”

  She raised a hand to stop my eagerness. “Listen carefully before you agree.” Her voice turned softer, yet her tone carried the gravity of what she was about to say. “Even if I revive her, the pain she experienced at the hands of Belphegorr will remain with her. That suffering, the torment she endured, will linger as trauma in her soul.”

  Her golden eyes met mine, piercing through my resolve. “My condition is this: you must take that pain upon yourself. The anguish, the memories of her torture—they will be yours to bear, so she may live free of it. Are you willing to do that, Alexander?”

  The weight of her words crushed down on me, but my answer came without hesitation. “Yes,” I said firmly.

  Her expression shifted slightly, her brow lifting as if she hadn’t expected such a quick response. “Do you understand what you’re agreeing to?”

  “Yes, I do,” I replied, cutting her off before she could elaborate further. “I don’t care what the cost is. I’ll take it all—her pain, her suffering, whatever it is. I’ll bear it for her. Please, just revive her. I beg you.”

  I dropped to my knees, bowing so low my forehead touched the ground. My voice cracked as I pleaded, desperation leaking through every word. “Please… I’m begging you.”

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  For a moment, there was silence. Then, a warm hand rested on my shoulder. I looked up to see Rhea gazing at me, her expression soft but filled with something I couldn’t quite describe. Respect? Pity? Perhaps both.

  “Very well,” she said, her voice steady yet kind. “If this is your choice, I will honor it.”

  She stepped back, her hands rising into the air as a radiant light began to swirl around her. The ground beneath us shimmered, and the wind seemed to sing with her power.

  Rhea began to chant, her words in a language so ancient and beautiful it felt like the very earth was holding its breath. The light around her grew brighter, flowing toward Nyxis’ lifeless body. My heart raced as I watched, my breath caught in my throat.

  Nyxis’ body began to glow, her form gently rising into the air. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the light envelop her, washing away the wounds that had marred her delicate frame. Her wings, once torn and broken, began to regrow, feathers unfurling like petals in bloom. It was as though she was being remade before my very eyes.

  But then, something shifted. From within her glowing body emerged a dark, writhing sphere of energy. Its presence was oppressive, heavy, and filled with a chilling sense of despair.

  “What is that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Rhea stood beside me, her expression calm yet solemn. “This,” she said, gesturing to the dark energy, “is the pain Nyxis endured during her time of torment. Every moment of her suffering, every shred of agony Belphegorr inflicted upon her, has condensed into this.”

  The sphere pulsed, radiating waves of anguish that made my chest tighten. It was unbearable just to look at it, and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  Rhea turned to me, her golden eyes searching mine. “If you take this pain, Nyxis will forget everything that happened from the moment she was captured in Duskenfern to her final breath. Only you will remember. You will carry her suffering with you. Do you still accept?”

  The weight of her question pressed down on me, but I didn’t hesitate. I clenched my fists, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my resolve. “Yes. I accept.”

  Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, as though searching for any sign of doubt. Then she nodded. “Very well.”

  The dark energy sphere pulsed one last time before it began to move. It floated toward me, its oppressive weight growing stronger with every inch it closed between us. My instincts screamed at me to run, to reject it—but I stood firm. This was for Nyxis.

  As the sphere entered my body, I felt an indescribable pain, as if my very soul was being ripped apart. Memories that weren’t mine began to flood my mind—Nyxis’ memories.

  I saw her in Duskenfern, surrounded by golden light, her laughter filling the air as she spoke with me. But then the memory twisted, darkened. She was captured, bound in chains forged of malevolence. I felt her fear as Belphegorr’s shadow loomed over her, his cruel laughter echoing in the darkness. I felt every lash, every cut, every violation of her spirit as though it were happening to me.

  Her cries for help, her desperate pleas, her pain—it was all mine now. My knees buckled under the weight of it, my hands clawing at the ground as I struggled to stay conscious.

  “Alexander,” Rhea’s voice cut through the haze of agony, firm and steady. “Breathe. You must endure.”

  I gasped for air, my vision swimming, but I didn’t break. I couldn’t. For Nyxis, I had to endure.

  The moment the dark sphere entered my body, it was as if I had been thrown into a storm of agony. The pain wasn’t just physical—it tore at my mind, my very soul.

  I could see everything she went through, as if I were reliving her memories. Belphegorr’s twisted grin, the cold steel chains that bound her, the mocking laughter that echoed in the darkness. Each lash of the whip, each moment of despair, each cry that went unanswered—it all became mine.

  It wasn’t just pain—it was torment. It felt like my own body was being torn apart, piece by piece. The searing pain of being poked and cut, the feeling of flesh being stripped away—it was unbearable.

  I screamed, unable to hold back the anguish. My own voice sounded foreign, raw and broken. My body convulsed, completely out of my control. I stumbled, crashing into the ground, then rising again as if trying to escape an invisible force.

  The pain didn’t stop. Vomit spilled from my mouth, my tears burned as they flowed relentlessly, turning red with blood. I clawed at my own skin, desperate for some kind of release, scratching until I could feel the rawness of flesh beneath my nails.

  “Alexander!” Rhea’s voice cut through the haze of pain, but I couldn’t respond. My mind was a maelstrom of chaos, a mirror of Nyxis’ torment.

  And then, after what felt like an eternity, it stopped.

  I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. My body felt heavy, broken, as if it had been through a battle I couldn’t remember fighting. Every muscle screamed in protest as I tried to push myself up, but my arms gave out beneath me.

  The mental strain was unbearable. My mind felt frayed, like a thread pulled too tight and on the verge of snapping. The memories of her suffering, the endless torment, were now etched into me. They played over and over in my head, a cruel reminder of what she had endured.

  I lay there for a moment, my body trembling. The ground beneath me felt cold, grounding me just enough to keep me conscious.

  “Alexander,” Rhea’s voice was softer now, almost maternal. She knelt beside me, her hand resting on my back. “It is over. You endured it all.”

  I tried to respond, but my throat was dry, my voice gone. My eyes met hers, and for a moment, I saw something in her gaze—respect, perhaps even sorrow.

  “Nyxis is free from her pain,” Rhea said gently. “And you… you have proven your strength.”

  My head turned to Nyxis, who lay peacefully, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Her face was calm, her wings radiant as if they had never been torn. She looked… whole.

  I forced myself onto my knees, my body screaming in protest. The memories, the weight of her suffering, burned in my mind, but I ignored it. I had to see her.

  “Nyxis…” I croaked, my voice barely audible.

  I looked up at Rhea, who stood silently, her divine presence calming the storm inside me. “Rhea…” My voice was hoarse, barely audible. “Can you now… revive my daughter?”

  The goddess nodded gently, her golden eyes warm. “Yes, Alexander. Now I can.”

  She raised her hands, light once again gathering around her. The divine energy swirled, forming intricate patterns that seemed to hum with life itself. I placed Nyxis carefully on the ground and watched as the light from Rhea's ritual enveloped her small, still body.

  The air grew thick with power, and the soft chant of Rhea’s voice filled the space. My heart pounded in my chest. Every second felt like an eternity.

  Finally, the light faded, and Rhea stepped back, her expression serene. “It is done,” she said softly. “She just needs to open her eyes now. She is fine.”

  I stared at my daughter, willing her to wake. Her little chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Relief washed over me, overwhelming and bittersweet.

  I turned to Rhea, my legs trembling as I tried to stand. The exhaustion was too much, and I stumbled forward. I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to move, step by step, toward her.

  “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. My vision blurred as I reached her, my body giving out.

  I fell against her, my head resting on her shoulder. “Thankkk… you…” The words tumbled from my lips, slurred and weak.

  Rhea caught me effortlessly, her warmth radiating like a comforting embrace. She smiled down at me, a motherly kindness in her eyes. “You have done well, Alexander. Rest now.”

  Her voice was the last thing I heard as the world went dark, the weight of everything I had endured pulling me into unconsciousness.

  I didn’t mind the darkness. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, it wasn’t filled with despair. It was warm, comforting, and free of regret. My daughter was alive, Nyxis was safe, and Rhea’s smile lingered in my mind like a promise that all would be well.