Chapter 167: The Mirror of Justice and the Burning of the Shadow Roots
The breath of the crystal courtyard had become a torrent of fire and light. The newfound radiance of Rina and Diyari, which now encompassed every corner of that ruin like a white and golden hurricane, was no longer just a weapon for causing pain; it had become a tool for uprooting all the foundations upon which the Grandmother had built her world of darkness. The Grandmother, whose body had become as fragile as burnt paper in the air, was now not only devoid of magical power but felt her dark history burning one by one before her very eyes. Rina, with that Absolute White Radiance originating from the depths of her purity, had decided to make this stage of vengeance the station where the Grandmother would confront every crime she had ever committed.
In a calm voice that echoed like a heavy bell within the Grandmother's mind, Rina said: "Grandmother, you always said that shadows hide the truth. You said that whoever you capture, you can kill their memories. Now, I will show you the 'Mirror of Justice.' Look... these are the faces you thought history would forget." Rina moved her right hand, and with the power of her Absolute White Radiance, she created hundreds of large mirrors around the Grandmother. Within each mirror, one of the Grandmother's former victims appeared; all those whose lives were stolen by black magic, all the mothers separated from their children, and all the revolutionaries who perished under the Grandmother's laboratories.
As the Grandmother looked into the mirrors, she let out a silent scream. Diyari's Golden Blood Pulse forced her to keep her eyes open. Every image shining within the mirrors struck the Grandmother's heart like a heated dagger. Diyari, whose wounds now glowed like a sacred seal, took a heavy and majestic step forward and said: "Look, Grandmother! That is my father... he is the same man you killed simply because he wanted to protect the truth. That is Rina's mother, whom you imprisoned like a slave in dark rooms. Now they have all come to witness the death of your glory." Diyari's golden light entered the mirrors like a wave, making the victims come alive within the Grandmother's imagination.
This was the heaviest form of torture; the torture of a conscience that had been suppressed under black magic for long years. Rina made the Grandmother feel all the agony those victims had tasted. Every lash of the whip the Grandmother had ordered in the past now cut her own body. Every teardrop shed from the eyes of the innocent now turned into molten mercury within the Grandmother's veins. Rina said coldly: "You wanted to be the goddess of this earth, but you cannot even withstand a single second of the truth. Our light burns the roots of your shadows, because this radiance is forged from the blood of all those you thought were nothing."
The Grandmother was being torn to pieces. Rina's white radiance, like a sacred acid, burned all the magical seals remaining on the Grandmother's body. The Grandmother realized there was no power left to turn to; she was drowning in an ocean of light where only truth and vengeance existed. Diyari caused the crystal floor beneath the Grandmother to turn into thousands of sharp shards that climbed up her body. This was the vengeance of the earth that the Grandmother had defiled with the blood of the innocent. Every crystal shard that struck her skin carried a sound like a child's cry, driving the Grandmother toward madness.
Rina directed the Absolute White Radiance into the depths of the Grandmother's soul. There, Rina found all the dark memories the Grandmother used as weapons. With a single gesture, Rina burned them all. The Grandmother felt her mind becoming hollow, as if her entire history had turned into a white mist. This was a sorcerer's greatest defeat: not only to lose her body but to have her name erased from history. Rina said: "You will be forgotten, Grandmother. No one will mention your name except as an example of evil crushed by the hands of love. Your name will vanish within this ash that now covers your body."
Diyari aimed the final vibration of the Golden Blood Pulse at the Grandmother's heart. This light spread through her veins like a plague, making her feel a slow death—a death in which every cell of her body burned individually. The Grandmother could only stare at Rina and Diyari as they stood over her like two avenging angels. The light was so powerful it purified all the shadows in the courtyard and even turned the darkness in the Grandmother's eyes into a lifeless white.
In this part, the Red Vengeance reached the stage of the Grandmother's total abandonment of all hope. Rina and Diyari stood together, holding each other's hands tightly, and their unified radiance became an umbrella protecting the entire world from the destruction the Grandmother had created. The courtyard was now a witness to how true light can shatter even the most ancient darkness. The Grandmother remained alone in the heart of the burnt mirrors—without magic, without power, and with only the memory of all the crimes that had now become her sole companions in her final moments. This was the end of the shadows' glory and a radiant beginning for the two lovers who changed the world.
Written by: Dlin_myth