Prophecy

Chapter 77: Omnipotent

*Xavia's POV*

The true final battle—the endgame.

Everything has come down to this moment—it's all or nothing.

I could feel it vibrating in my bones, a low hum that rose into each part of my body as Grace's voice cut through the haze of the battlefield around us. It rang clear and powerful—she wasn't just speaking to me—her words reached everyone, our friends, companions, and family... their essence resonating within our shared consciousness.

"We have the upper hand now," she said, her voice a beacon of command. "He's coming. Give him everything you've got. Let's finish this!"

The rallying cry sent a shiver through my soul as well as a tremor that ignited a blaze in my veins.

I knew this was our moment.

My father was coming, barreling down toward us with his fury and hellfire, confident in his supposed victory, thinking he had killed us. But he had no idea what would happen as I transformed everyone into my shadow form. It was time for Grace and me to merge our souls, to become the weapon, the shield, the savior the world needed—the second coming. I felt my breath steady, my heart slowed, and my mind sharpened—his downfall would be our rising.

From his death, the world will be saved.

I pushed my thoughts outward, layering them onto Grace's command, reaching the minds of those beside us in this desperate, last stand.

"I will do the first strike to his heart with my dark and light power," I said with unyielding resolve as I looked at my mate. "Baby, fill his heart, head, and every vital organ with your celestial arrows and everything else you have. Raziel, Aubrey, and Melynda, you guys do your best to keep him busy and stop every advance to me and Grace once I fly back to her. Zechariah and Shade, unleash all you have onto him and aid the others by keeping him at bay." I looked to Luna and Amy, adding, "You two do what you do best; I've seen you in action—we've battled before... and Chassidy..." I looked at her, "You tank his ass hard and protect everyone else when my mate and I are unable to. It's time for our destiny to come full circle."

No answers were needed.

The ground trembled beneath my father's landing, and there he stood, with a twisted grin stretching across his face, drunk on his perceived victory.

"Finally. I've done it!!" He crowed, his voice dripping triumphantly.

I almost laughed, seeing his blissful ignorance, his inability to perceive us hidden in the shadows. He had given us the perfect cover for our offensive—it was almost poetic. I felt a smirk curl on my lips as I stepped forward, allowing my voice to break through the silence.

With a sharp, mocking edge. "Yeah, you've really done it. I couldn't do this without you, so thanks for that."

With those words, I let my power surge, my body becoming a seamless blend of shadow and light, a fusion of two opposing forces. I felt my form ripple and shift, a mixture of blazing white and searing black flames enveloping me. I circled him, a predator in the night, my eyes locked on his every move. In my hands, I summoned two swords—one forged from the purest white flame, the other from darkness so deep it seemed to consume the light around it. With all my strength, I launched myself forward.

Closing the distance, I attacked.

The black flame sword struck first, burying deep into his neck, and then, with a swift, fluid motion, the white flame sword drove into his back. I felt it tear through bone, rip through his chest cavity, and pierce his vile heart. Though I punctured his life force, that wouldn't thwart his ascension. The light-flame sword's tip erupted out of his chest like a blazing sword of judgment. I saw a plethora of Heavenly arrows being targeted in each area I mentioned. Grace beautifully followed through with my request, and I smiled in return.