Chapter 139: Rhine Returns! The Storm at Sea
Aurora’s final strike never landed.
Her sword slipped from her trembling, weakened hands and clattered onto the deck.
She collapsed onto the ground, propping herself up with both hands as blood poured from her eyes. Her entire body throbbed with unbearable pain.
In her dragon form, Maleficent erupted into laughter.
The Queen, the Sea Hag, and the soldiers aboard the ship all turned pale.
If Maleficent emerged victorious, none of them would survive!
The Sea Hag furrowed her brows, a decisive glint flashing in her eyes.
She had made up her mind—if they couldn''t win, she would at least take Maleficent down with them.
A deep blue glow filled the Sea Hag’s eyes as her seaweed-green hair unraveled in the wind, forming a swirling storm around her.
Maleficent scoffed. Sёar?h the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
In the next moment, the entire sea surrounding the ship turned pitch-black, a dark shadow engulfing the waters for hundreds of meters.
The Sea Hag had transformed the ocean into "The Waters of No Return."
She intended to sink the ship with everyone aboard, sacrificing her life to summon an unparalleled surge of magic—dragging Maleficent into the depths and suffocating her to death.
Yet Maleficent, still in her dragon form, merely watched with cold amusement.
Nothing happened.
The massive flower ship remained afloat.
A chill ran down the Sea Hag’s spine.
Maleficent sneered.
Beneath the ship, monstrous brambles and other unnatural plants had sprouted from the ocean floor, rising toward the surface and holding the vessel aloft.
This ship wasn’t floating—it was suspended in the air by a forest of Maleficent’s cursed plants.
Realizing this, the Sea Hag felt a cold dread sink into her bones.
Even their last desperate chance at mutual destruction had been stripped away.
the Eastern Witch urged.
Somehow, the Eastern Witch had already stood up. The soldiers who had been guarding her now lay unconscious, completely unresponsive.
Hovering beside her was a spectral figure—the vengeful spirit of the Old Witch from Enderland. The Eastern Witch had freed her.
So she had been faking her injuries all along!
With a grin, the Eastern Witch walked over to Aurora and plucked the Silver Shoe from her pocket, slipping it back onto her foot.
She barked at the fallen Aurora, but Aurora only let out a muffled groan in defiance.
With a sneer, she kicked Aurora hard—only to immediately double over, clutching her foot in pain.
Maleficent scoffed, exhaling green sparks from her dragon nostrils.
The Black Dragon scanned the ship, taking in the sight of trembling, weapon-clutching soldiers; the Queen, pale and despairing; the Sea Hag, frozen in horror; and Aurora, exhausted and collapsed, but still glaring at her with murderous intent.
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A flicker of doubt crossed Maleficent’s mind.
She opened her massive jaws, preparing to unleash the final spell that would end them all.
Then—
A single drop of cold rain landed on Maleficent’s head.
She instinctively looked up.
The sky had darkened.
Somehow, thick storm clouds had gathered, blocking out the sun. Silver lightning crackled between the swirling masses.
A piercing wind howled through the air, whipping across the sea. The waters churned violently, waves rising like mountains and crashing against the ship.
A storm was coming.
The soldiers and the Queen assumed it was just a natural phenomenon.
But the Sea Hag, attuned to the ocean’s moods, sensed something was very, very wrong.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the sky, at the colossal storm stretching across the horizon.
Then—
A bitterly cold rain began to pour.
A deafening clap of thunder roared.
And the Sea Hag understood.
A silver-haired boy, his face serene, stepped onto the deck.
In his right hand, he held a magnificent blue scepter.
The raging wind twisted around him, snapping at his silver cloak, which billowed like a banner.
Rain swirled away before touching him, and lightning crackled through the air around him, as if he alone commanded the storm.
At this moment, he did not appear small or delicate—he looked like the true king of this tempest.
——The Scepter of the Ocean.
He lifted his head, revealing an ethereal face straight out of a fairy tale, silver hair rippling in the storm’s winds. His eyes gleamed with an icy light.
Maleficent and the Eastern Witch froze in shock.
the Eastern Witch shrieked.
Rhine’s voice was calm.
He sighed.
Near the outskirts of the White Kingdom, deep in a lush green forest…
Magrito listened to the eerie sounds of chewing coming from the gourd in his hands.
Then, a faint, bloodcurdling scream.
The Chief Magician of Enderland, a strange figure from the Middle Eastern Nations, threw his head back and laughed.
Ever since Rhine had defeated him at the Divination Tournament with the help of a mermaid, Magrito had held a bitter grudge.
Still reveling in his victory, Magrito suddenly winced in pain—
The vengeful spirit of the Old Witch, which he had tamed and controlled, had been destroyed!
Fuming, he muttered curses under his breath.
Inside the gourd, a sealed, pitch-black space…
As Rhine’s form vanished, taking his place was the Old Witch’s vengeful spirit.
Twisted in agony, bleeding red tears, the spirit had no time to react.
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A dark, monstrous presence emerged from the abyss.
The last thing the spirit heard was a sickening crunch.
In an instant, she was consumed.
Her grievances erased.
Her immortal soul… finally free to reincarnate.