Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 255: Echoes of Loss and Rebirth

In the middle of the shattered, otherworldly sea—somewhere beyond the layers of Anbord's reality—a figure slowly rose from the remnants of light.

Where two once floated, there now stood one.

She hovered above the silver-blue ocean like a goddess reborn. Her eyes opened slowly, revealing irises that shifted—red and blue, crimson and cerulean, pulsing between thought and instinct.

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Her hair cascaded down in two colors—red like wildfire, blue like psychic flame. It shifted in the air like a living veil of silk.

No longer Tia.

No longer the unknown crimson girl.

She was both—and neither.

A being of mind and blood.

Memory and rebirth.

Her body bore the psychic sigils of the Mindscapes across one arm, while the faint outline of the Spirit Mark burned across her shoulder—a mark that tied her to Ethan… and the throne.

Her name had not yet been spoken.

But she opened her mouth now, testing her voice.

"E…than…"

It trembled out—lost, unsure.

The ocean rippled beneath her feet.

She placed a hand over her chest. A heartbeat. Two rhythms, but one life.

"I… am…"

No word came.

Because the world was still writing it.

The ocean stilled.

The stars within the Mindscape blinked in rhythm, as if holding their breath for the moment to come. The air shimmered with psionic echoes and pulsing warmth—a paradox of mind and emotion, of logic and fire.

The woman—no, the being—placed her hand over her heart again.

The two pulses had become one.

She took a breath that wasn't just air, but meaning.

"I… am…"

A voice not entirely hers spoke inside her.

Not Tia.

Not the red one.

But us.

And with it, her lips parted. The word emerged not as a whisper, but as a declaration that rang through the space like a bell forged from destiny.

"Athelia."

Reality rippled around her.

The ocean answered, bowing with a great wave.

The stars realigned.

The universe acknowledged the name.

Not just a fusion.

Not just rebirth.

But a new sovereign of mind and blood. An echo of Tia… and Angitia… but something more. Something evolved. Something unknown.

In the depths of reality's fabric, Athelia felt her presence solidify. Her form, once an ethereal whisper in the vast Mindscape, became tangible—defined by both the blood that pulsed through her veins and the boundless mind that had become her core.

The air vibrated with the weight of her existence as she took her first step, her foot meeting the surface of the waking world. The ground beneath her feet trembled, as though reality itself had to adjust to the presence of something both new and ancient.

A smile—faint but knowing—tugged at her lips as she surveyed the world before her, the connection to both mind and blood humming in perfect harmony.

She was not just a force of nature, nor a mere entity. She was a sovereign.

And as she began to walk forward, every step she took echoed through the planes, each imprint in the ground marking the beginning of something much larger.

It wasn't a sound at first, but a feeling. A deep vibration that rattled his bones, an undercurrent of power stirring within the air itself. He had faced adversaries who wielded power beyond understanding, but this was different. This felt… personal.

His eyes widened, his body going rigid as the realization settled within him.

A name.

Not just a name. Her name.

Athelia.

The words crashed into him like a force of nature, not merely through the air but into the very core of his being. His heart raced, his mind barely processing the weight of what was happening.

It was her… but not her.

The fusion of Angitia and Tia—two entities, bound together by fate, now one. The thought made his chest tighten. He had known both of them, their strength, their rage, their unyielding will. But this? This was something that transcended both. Something born of them, yet forged anew.

The air around him shimmered as the energy spiraled, mingling with his thoughts. For the briefest moment, he wondered if he was even prepared to meet her gaze again, let alone face whatever this new entity had become.

And then…

Space cracked.

The air split apart.

Reality shattered.

And something—someone—emerged. A blur, untethered, unstoppable.

It shot straight into Ethan's chest like a meteor given purpose.

He staggered back with a grunt. Arms wrapped around him like a vice.

"Master! No! Honey! I'm confused… Love!" the voice blurted out like a glitching radio—skipping across tones, moods, and identities, trying to synchronize as she literally tried to absorb him.

Her red hair shimmered with psychic light, cascading down her back in wild waves. Three eyes blinked open—all glowing with a deep, endless blue like the centers of collapsed stars. Her expression was deranged—beautiful, yes—but obsessive, unhinged, and crowned with curved, demonic horns that twisted toward the sky like declarations of chaos.

"Who?" Barki growled, her aura rising like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

The others didn't even hesitate—instincts kicking in like wolves protecting territory.

Jealousy. Possessiveness. Fury.

And yet—beneath it all, that strange pull. That aching, sacred tug of something older than rivalry.

A soulmate.

"Guys… chill." Ethan raised his hands slowly, like defusing a bomb.

"Guys?! Guys?! Really?" Lisa snapped, golden lightning crackling around her fingers.

"Okay, okay! My bad. My bad!" he said quickly.

"WHO IS SHE?!" Clara demanded, now fully transformed into the fox spirit—only this time, her form was darker, fiercer, her six tails coiled and flashing like blades of wrath.

"C'mon! Calm down!"

But the chaos had a core.

And she—Athelia—was in it.

"I love you. I LOVE YOU. ILOVEYOUILOVEYOU—" she chanted over and over, her voice a mix of euphoria and desperation as she clung to Ethan's chest, sniffing and kissing him like he might disappear with the wind.

"I'll just… leave you to sort out your situation," Madeleine said dryly, her tone calm but her aura burning dark brown.

"Ma, wait! WAIT—!" Ethan tried to break free, reaching out—

But the ground rumbled, cracked open—and swallowed her whole. Gone, reclaimed by the Earth she commanded.

"…I'm dead," Ethan muttered, eyes wide in quiet horror.

And dead he was.

BOOM.