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As the dying red sunlight filtered through the haze and lingering smoke, it cast a haunting glow across the battlefield. Standing at the heart of it all was the Goddess of Judgment, cloaked in black, her presence sharp and absolute against the fading light. She looked like a vision pulled from a myth—majestic, solemn, untouchable.
But no one dared admire her beauty.
All around her were ranks upon ranks of soldiers—hundreds, perhaps close to a thousand. Each of them was fully armed, with rifles ready, armored vests tight, fingers itching near triggers. Behind them hovered helicopters, their blades slicing through the wind like warnings. Heavy machinery, armored vehicles, and advanced weaponry were all pointed at the lone woman standing calmly in the middle of it all.
And yet… not a single person dared to pull the trigger.
Because standing in front of them wasn't just a woman. She was a god among mortals.
And someone did recognize her.
Sanjid's eyes widened with disbelief and a surge of emotion. His breathing quickened. His heart pounded against his chest.
"Is she really here... for me?"
The middle-aged woman in charge, who had moments before barked orders and threatened soldiers with a chilling authority, now shrunk back. Her entire demeanor collapsed like a house of cards. It was as if a street cat had suddenly come face to face with a tiger. Her aura disappeared, her confidence withered.
Bella ignored her completely.
Without a word, she walked slowly toward Sanjid. Each of her steps was silent, yet it echoed in the hearts of everyone watching.
She gazed at the boy before her—tired, wounded, and barely holding on. Yet inside him, she saw something extraordinary.
She squinted slightly. Her eyes, trained in the ancient arts of the Magician's Sanctum, peeled away the surface. To the untrained eye, he was just another teenager. But to Bella?
His soul was incredibly pure.
Only Little Sally had a cleaner soul than him.
She focused, and a golden gleam swept over her pupils. In an instant, she understood the essence of his inner power. It was awakening energy—raw, wild, and unstable, like a tempest in a bottle.
It was purer than most awakened beings she'd seen.
This kind of energy could eventually evolve into almost any elemental form—fire, ice, wind, electricity. She couldn't yet tell how many elements were possible, but it was rare… extremely rare.
However, like many newly awakened powers, it was unrefined and volatile. A month of running and hiding had drained most of it. That, at least, was good news. Too much uncontrolled power was like carrying a bomb in your chest.
She shifted her gaze toward the two soldiers holding Sanjid by the arms.
And that was all it took.
In an instant, both soldiers felt their hearts skip a beat. A crushing pressure fell upon them, like the sky itself was pressing down. Trained though they were—battle-hardened and disciplined—they couldn't resist it.
Their bodies shook, their minds went blank… and their hands released Sanjid.
He stumbled forward, his knees buckling slightly from exhaustion.
Bella said nothing. She didn't even look at the commanding woman. She simply turned away. Then, with a flicker of blue light, a glowing portal appeared in front of her.
The soldiers stood frozen.
No one dared to move.
The battlefield fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the wind and the quiet, dragging footsteps of Sanjid as he followed Bella.
The contempt in Bella's actions, her deliberate refusal to acknowledge the chain of command, was a slap in the face to the middle-aged woman.
Her pride burned. Her chest heaved with indignation. But fear chained her mouth shut.
Bella was almost at the portal when, finally, the woman mustered what little courage remained. She called out, voice trembling despite her efforts to sound bold:
"Sanjid is a fugitive! Goddess of Judgment, are you covering up for a criminal?!"
It wasn't an accusation made with power, but with politics. A desperate attempt to manipulate the narrative. If she could make it seem like Bella—champion of justice—was harboring criminals, perhaps she could force her to reconsider.
After all, didn't superheroes hate lawbreakers the most?
Maybe, just maybe, Bella would hesitate. And in that hesitation, she could be reasoned with. Negotiated with. Twisted into letting go.
But it was a miscalculation. A fatal one, had Bella been just a bit less merciful.
Bella didn't care about reputations.
She lived by her own code. She followed her own truth. To her, justice wasn't about public image or political maneuvering. It was about principle—and power.
She stopped walking.
Turned her head.
And looked at the woman.
That one look nearly broke her.
The woman's knees buckled slightly. A chill swept down her spine like a ghost's hand. Her breath hitched. The cold in Bella's gaze was like a blizzard swallowing her whole—merciless, eternal, and inescapable.
"Say one more word," that gaze said, "and I will end you."
Swallowing hard, her throat clicking audibly, the woman shut her mouth. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Bella's gaze softened. Slightly.
She didn't kill them. Because she was in a good mood.
Without another glance, Bella stepped through the glowing blue portal. Sanjid followed silently.
The portal shimmered… then vanished.
The moment it did, the woman collapsed to the ground, shaking and gasping. Her hands trembled as they clutched her mouth, trying to calm her breathing.
Her face was pale. Her thoughts a storm of humiliation and fear.
She didn't speak another word.
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Meanwhile…
Sanjid stumbled forward and blinked.
They were no longer in the desert.
Instead, a serene, stunning landscape stretched out before him.
They were on an island.
The warm sands of a beach caressed his worn shoes. Palm trees swayed gently under the ocean breeze. The sun dipped slowly below the horizon, painting the sea in hues of orange and gold. Seagulls cried out overhead.
It was paradise.
Sanjid froze, tears forming in his red, exhausted eyes. He hadn't seen something this beautiful in weeks.
His mind returned to a distant memory. His parents had once promised to take him to a beach after graduation. A promise never fulfilled.
Now, they were gone.
But here he stood.
Alone.
And yet… not alone.
Tears spilled down his cheeks.
Bella approached quietly, standing beside him.
Her eyes followed his to the setting sun.
She didn't need to ask. She could feel the storm of grief and guilt swirling in him.
"It's not your fault."
Her voice was calm. Reassuring. Soft, yet unshakable.
He had been an ordinary high schooler. And overnight, his life was ripped apart. His family murdered. He was labeled a monster. Hunted. Hated.
Bella understood.
She had once walked a similar path. She'd seen too many heroes born from suffering. Too many villains, too.
She blinked, suddenly aware of how this felt eerily like a movie plot. The weary mentor guiding the broken young prodigy.
She smirked. A rare moment of levity flickered across her face.
"Looks like I'm the mentor now," she thought to herself.
And for the first time in a long while… she didn't mind.