Chapter 190

THIRD PERSON’S POV The battlefield was silent now, save for the low hiss of lingering flames licking at the scorched earth and the occasional groan from the wounded. The enemies had fallen. Dorian was gone. The worst had passed—or so they thought. But not everyone was breathing easily. Not when Olivia stood in her full phoenix form at the center of it all—wings stretched wide, eyes glowing molten gold, fire pulsing off her in waves. She was breathtaking. Terrifying. Divine. Her power had finally awakened, and now it demanded reverence. Yet the witches—those who had once stood at Dorian’s side—did not learn. “Shift back,” one of them snapped, her voice sharp and cold as steel. “You’ve done enough damage. Or we will do worse.” Worse? Damage? Olivia’s head tilted ever so slightly, fire trailing like ribbons from her wings as the heat around her surged. The air shimmered. Cracked. The ground beneath her feet began to smolder, faint embers dancing like whispers of a storm waiting to rise. T