Scroll Of Wrath [BETA] COMPLETE

|Chapter 17.3| The Scroll of Wrath

On the day the Queen of Wrath awakened, the sky split in two. Such a thing had never happened before, and throughout the beast continent, beastmen looked up to see the miraculous sight.

The reanimated dragon paused it's fight, as if standing perfectly still. Rahn looked around confused only to see the legions of undead frozen in position. He looked down to see Hadassah holding the sword in hand standing in a crater.

Rhea too looked at the sky with awe. She remembered the last time something like this happened, and she instantly felt nostalgic. She looked at her daughter, the girl she had let down due to her neglectful parenting. She wondered if she were whole—complete—if she would have been a better mother. Of her five children, only two remained alive. Yet ironically, her title crowned her the Mother of Ferals. She laughed out loud, startling Harley. Yes, she was a terrible mother; at least this once, she should do the right thing.

"What's so funny?" Harley asked with a growl, she was not having any fun. So why the hell was she laughing?

Rhea hummed in amusement, "I love you very much, Harley, but I think this time you need to see the consequences of your actions. I too will need to be judged today."

"What—"

Another loud bang resounded through the city as something began to descend from the skies. Harley's eyes widened in pure fear.

"What the hell..."

A massive, celestial being surrounded by golden rings embed with countless red, bleeding eyes fell from the sky. Its presence was overwhelming, a divine judgment incarnate. The bloody tears from the being fell like rain above Atlas. The dresses of the women were soaked in warm blood, Harley's blonde hair was slowly being dyed a sticky crimson.

Hadassah had inherited the power to judge.

She raised her sword, its pink blade gleamed ominously, and with a swift, decisive motion, she drove the sword into the earth. The ground trembled, and a ripple of energy spread outwards, anchoring Harley and Rhea in place. They gasped as their feet began to sink into the soil, roots of earth and stone curling around their ankles like shackles, binding them immovably. They were prisoners of this world, the blood shed needed to be accounted for.

Rahn felt his body suddenly feel too heavy to fly as he was forced to the floor along with the frozen corpse he fought.

The air grew heavy with a palpable tension, and Hadassah's voice rose in a powerful chant, echoing with an ancient authority. Each word resonated with a force that seemed to draw the very essence of judgment from the heavens. "I call upon you, the Judge. Descend upon this realm and cast your gaze upon these souls. If they bear the weight of humanity's demise, let their souls be erased from existence."

A sudden gust of wind whipped around them, and the sky darkened as storm clouds gathered overhead. The atmosphere crackled with electricity, and the ground beneath them pulsed with a rhythmic beat, as if the very heart of the earth had come alive.

Harley felt her heart sink, this wasn't meant to happen. Scrolls had a clear hierarchy, outside the scroll of destruction she had never seen such a disastrous scroll.

Harley struggled desperately against the invisible force holding her, the gaze of the judge was overwhelming, she was barely standing but her mother remained unaffected as if she were not afraid of death.

Hadassah's eyes burned with determination as she continued her chant, her voice unwavering. "If these souls are guilty of the atrocities they are accused of, let their very essence be obliterated, cleansed from this world for all eternity. Judge them, celestial arbiter, and deliver your verdict."