Chapter 186

THIRD PERSON'S POV The sky wept fire. It was not rain or storm that cascaded from the heavens now—but an inferno born of fury, of pain, of truth unshackled. And at the center of it all stood Olivia. No longer trembling. No longer hiding. She was flame incarnate—her body a silhouette of molten light, her veins glowing like lava under translucent skin. Her long hair snapped like a whip made of wildfire, cascading down her back in fierce waves, each strand a blaze of golden-red, burning without consuming. Her eyes, once soft and hesitant, were now twin galaxies of white-blue flame. No longer afraid. No longer held back. The Phoenix had awakened—and it had chosen. Her. Olivia no longer stood as a fragile woman trapped in chaos. She was the storm. The mark on her back blazed like molten gold—not just a birthright, but a living emblem. It pulsed like a heartbeat, flickering with runes no one dared translate, sacred and ancient. If anyone had truly understood what the Phoenix mark meant—what