The Omega Mated To The Four novel Chapter 230

Austin’s POV

The very air around us shuddered.

Power clashed against power, so vast and ancient that it was incomprehensible to mortal minds. The battlefield that had once been filled with warriors–wolves, witches, and umbrakins–was now silent as we all bore witness to something beyond their existence.

I barely felt my own injuries anymore. My chest heaved, my body ached, but my eyes were fixed on the battle unfolding before us- the battle of gods.

The ground trembled beneath my feet, the force of the battle so powerful it felt like the world itself was coming apart. Dust and debris filled the air, making it difficult to see, but I didn’t need my sight to know what was happening.

This was the final battle.

The two beings before me–the Moon Goddess and the Shadow Weaver–clashed with an intensity that made my wolf howl in agony. This wasn’t a fight between warriors or even supernatural beings. This was a battle of gods.

I struggled to stay on my feet, my body aching from the wounds I had sustained in the fight before this. But none of that mattered now. Not when Stormi was gone.

Not when everything we fought for had led to this moment.

The Moon Goddess hovered in the air, her presence radiating a celestial glow so bright it was hard to look at her. Her flowing white- lavender hair cascaded down her back, and her four arms moved with a grace that was both divine and terrifying. She wielded a massive lunar spear, humming with power so ancient that even the air around her seemed to shimmer.

Across from her, the Shadow Weaver writhed, her form a mass of darkness that twisted unnaturally. Her robes billowed, tendrils of black mist curling around her like living entities, hungry and malevolent. But despite her terrifying presence, there was something else in her stance, something I hadn’t expected to see.

Hesitation.

Pain.

Loneliness.

Desperation.

And then the Shadow Weaver’s voice sliced through the chaos.

“All I wanted was your love, Mother!” she screamed, her voice filled with something I never thought I’d hear from her–pain. “If only you,told me even once you were proud of me!“,

Everything stopped.

Even the Moon Goddess faltered, if only for a moment.

And in that moment, I understood.

I had always thought of the Shadow Weaver as a monster, a force of destruction with no other purpose than to consume, corrupt, and destroy. But now I saw something else, something far more terrifying than her power.

She wasn’t just a god of darkness.

She wasn’t just an enemy to be defeated.

She was a daughter.

A daughter who had been abandoned.

A daughter who had been left to rot in the abyss, forgotten and uned.

The realization punched me in the gut, leaving me breathless.

This wasn’t just a battle for survival.

This was a reckoning.

I watched as the Moon Goddess closed her eyes.

For the briefest second, I saw something flicker across her face–something I never expected to see.

Regret.

But it was too late.

Then, the first blow was struck.

The Moon Goddess moved, faster than the eye could follow. She lifted her spear, and a wave of silver light burst forth, illuminating the battlefield in an otherworldly glow.

The Shadow Weaver screeched, her body twisting unnaturally to avoid the attack. Her darkness lashed out, tendrils snapping through the air like whips of pure malice. As she met the Goddess with the slashes of her sword of darkness.

The ground shattered beneath their feet. The sky cracked, as if the heavens themselves couldn’t bear the force of their battle.

I stumbled back, shielding his eyes from the blinding flashes of power. Everything was trembling.

“Everyone! Get back!” Rowena’s voice rang through the battlefield, urgent and sharp.

I barely had time to react before a shockwave of energy erupted from the two battling deities. I was thrown back like a ragdoll, landing hard on the ground.

The howls of wolves, the cries of warriors, the roaring winds of magic–it all became background noise.

Because in the center of the chaos, the Moon Goddess and the Shadow Weaver clashed again.

Their attacks weren’t physical–they were pure will, pure essence–light and darkness colliding with such force that reality itself strained under the pressure.

I could barely comprehend what he was witnessing.

I had fought many battles. I had seen Stormi rise and fall. I had faced death and despair.

But this?

This was something beyond gods and monsters.

Chapter 224

This was a mother and a daughter.

“You shut me out! Locked me! just because I was different! I worked had to prove myself! Tell me mother are you proud!“,

“Your were filled with darkness, evil! I created you with love and light you were my first creation! But you’re heart was filled with darkness!“,

“I hate you! I wish you stayed dead!“,She screamed and slashed snaking the goddess stumble.

“You’re my child, I’ve always loved.” The Moon Goddess raised her spear, her movements slow, almost reluctant. And then, with one final strike, she drove the weapon straight through the Shadow Weaver’s chest.

The battlefield exploded in a burst of silver light.

A shockwave of energy ripped through the land, sending me flying backward. I barely had time to register the pain of hitting the ground before another wave of force slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs.

For a moment, all I could hear was a ringing in my ears.

Then-

A whisper.

Soft.

Broken.