Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King

Chapter 186: Like A God

Althea's power was like an endless ocean—no matter how much was drawn from it, the depths remained unfathomable. She was intoxicated by the sheer magnitude of it. 

The exhilarating rush of power coursing through her veins was so overwhelming, so euphoric, that her consciousness wavered, threatening to spiral into delirium over and over again.

She could do anything. Her power was boundless, limitless. The realization that she had finally ascended to the realm of the gods sent waves of uncontainable ecstasy rippling through her.

"Behold the true power of a witch!" she declared, her voice ringing out as ghouls surged forward again, tearing into the beasts with relentless ferocity. "Like a god, I can create life and command it to do my bidding. Wouldn't you want such power, King Rhaegar?"

Her lips curled into a twisted smile, and she smacked them as if savoring the moment, her dark eyes gleaming with malice. Surveying the chaos around her, she relished the sight of Rhaegar and his forces struggling against her creations. She had resisted his attacks with ease, toying with him and his men like a child tormenting insects.

But finishing them off all at once? That wouldn't do. No, she wanted to draw this out, to make them suffer, to exact her revenge for every slight and humiliation she had endured. It was a symphony of pain she was determined to conduct.

And yet, there was one thing that gnawed at her, that tarnished her triumph. Her spells couldn't fully subdue the Lycan King.