The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 227

Elijah’s POV

No. No. No.

“What’s happening?! What is she doing?”

The words ripped from my throat, hoarse and raw with desperation. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaos unraveling before me. The battlefield, once filled with the sounds of clashing steel and war cries, now held only the deafening hum of power–a power that radiated from Stormi

Blinding light exploded from her body, expanding with an intensity that sent a painful tremor through the air. The very ground beneath us quaked, cracking as if the earth itself recognized the magnitude of what was happening. I felt it then–a deep, agonizing pull in my chest, as though something vital, something irreplaceable, was being torn from me.

I turned to Rowena, my vision blurred with fury and desperation. She had answers–I knew she did. “Tell me what’s happening!” I demanded.

But she didn’t speak right away. She only stood there, her face pale, her lips trembling. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. The weight of her sorrow settled into my bones, chilling me far worse than the freezing winds that swept over the battlefield.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she shattered my world.

“She’s… given up her soul.”

I froze. My breath hitched. My heart slammed against my ribs as my mind struggled to comprehend her words.

No.

No, she wouldn’t–she couldn’t.

Rowena swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “Stormi… her soul was a remnant of the Goddess. She’s using it–to finish the Shadow Weaver.”

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my chest, stealing the breath from my lungs.

Stormi–my mate, my Stormi–was sacrificing herself.

I barely had time to react before a deafening explosion erupted from where she stood. A massive force surged outward, a tidal wave of divine power that swallowed everything in its path. My body lifted off the ground, weightless, helpless, before I was hurled backward.

The impact was brutal. I hit the earth with bone–crushing force, my head snapping back as darkness threatened to consume me. The air was thick with smoke, heat rolling in waves that seared my skin. My ears rang, drowning out every other sound, leaving me trapped in suffocating silence.

Then, as the dust began to settle, the battlefield fell unnaturally still

I forced my aching body onto my elbows, each movement sending fresh bursts of pain through my limbs. The once–vibrant land had been reduced to ruin. Fires burned in the distance, casting eerie shadows over the wreckage. Scorched earth stretched as far as the eye could see. What had once been a battlefield was now a graveyard of ash and destruction.

And Stormi…

Chapter 221

My breath came in ragged gasps as I searched frantically, my eyes darting over the carnage, desperate–praying–for any sign of her.

But there was nothing.

No body. No trace

Just a massive crater, its edges still glowing with residual celestial energy, crackling like the dying embers of a once–consuming flame.

A strangled sound tore from my throat, something between a sob and a roar.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

We were supposed to win together.

We were supposed to live together.

A choked sob drew my attention. I turned to see Isaiah kneeling in the dirt, his hands trembling as they clutched a piece of fabric- Stormi’s torn shirt. His fingers curled around it like a lifeline, his body shaking with the force of his grief.

Austin was on his knees beside him, his face buried in his hands, his broad shoulders trembling. I had never seen him break before, never seen him fall apart. But now, with Stormi gone, he looked as shattered as I felt.

Rowena stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the place where Stormi had vanished. Her expression was hollow, empty.

And me?

I felt like my soul had been ripped from my body.