The Godslingers 5: Chapter 29

Zarana's POV
Sure, I hate hellhounds. But that didn't stop me to face my immortal enemy: Firiana.

I stood face to face with her. I had killed every last one of her hellhounds, and I was flushed pale and tired.

"You can't do it, Gale." Firiana smirked at me, swishing her staff and turning into a sword. "You're just so weak." I might admit that she's right, but I smiled up at her. I still had one more weapon.

I threw my lightning bolt away and kneeled to the ground, coughing, as Firiana laughed maniacally.

Then I glowed in a gold light and a mark appeared on my wrist to my shoulder. It was a long and fine blue line entwining with a gold line, and it was filling me with power. My eyes turned a harsher blue.

The sky darkened and lightning flickered. Heavy rain began to pour as I stood up in my full blessing. The blessing of Zeus.

Firiana's jaw dropped in shock.

I flicked my wrist and Stormclaw appeared in my hand, in its more destructive form: four feet tall, golden and shaped like a lightning bolt.

"Hounds of hell!" Firiana shrieked, but I attacked her with a bolt. Firiana groaned and sent twenty spikes towards me, but in one flash of light, they all evaporated into dust. I lunged at her neck with StormClaw.

The sword grazed her neck and Firiana suddenly wobbled and she shouted in pain. For a few moments, she swayed gently, howling.

I closed my eyes as I burst into a powerful light. I heard mini-explosions around me. When I looked, Firiana was gone.