The Game's Extra:Azhrael's Odyssey

In the midst of the chaotic battlefield, Cassandra stood tall, her frail form a stark contrast to the overwhelming aura of magic she was summoning.

Her lips moved in a steady chant, her voice carrying an otherworldly resonance that echoed through the frozen wasteland.

Her azure eyes glowed faintly, before closing in unwavering concentration as if communing with the very fabric of existence.

As her spell grew in power, clusters of multicolored light began to coalesce around her, swirling in intricate patterns that seemed almost alive.Above her, explosions of starlight erupted, bathing the battlefield in ethereal hues.

A massive magical circle, adorned with swirling, celestial patterns, materialized beneath her feet and another hovered in the air behind her, spinning in perfect synchronization.

The space around her rippled unnaturally, like water disturbed by a falling stone. Then, the ripples began to crack.

A single fracture spread outward like lightning across the battlefield, shattering the air itself as if it were glass. More cracks followed, hundreds of them, forming a web of fractured reality.

"No—!" Lia's voice broke into a panicked shout, her black eyes wide with fear.

"Shit!" Nathan cursed, his fiery aura flaring as he lunged forward.

Both moved with desperation, their focus entirely on stopping Cassandra. They don't know what the spell was however they had a feeling of it succeeded all of it will be for nothing.

Yet, before they could close the distance, Xavian stepped into their path, his frosty aura surging like a blizzard. His expression was a mix of wrath and determination, his grip on his sword unyielding.

"Not a chance," Xavian growled, his voice echoing with icy authority. "Glacial Reqium! "

With those words, an overwhelming wave of mana erupted from him. The temperature plummeted as snow and frost rained heavily from the heavens.

The ground beneath them froze solid, turning the battlefield into an arctic wasteland. Ice surged forward in massive waves, encasing everything in its path.

Lia, Nathan and others barely had time to react as the frost consumed their lower bodies, rapidly creeping upward.

The agony was immediate and excruciating as the frostbite spread through their limbs, immobilizing them. Their faces contorted in pain as their bodies betrayed them, unable to move under the relentless grip of the freezing spell.

Lia and Nathan struggled against their frozen prisons, their eyes filled with rage and helplessness as Cassandra's spell reached its peak.

The cracks in space widened further, weaving an intricate web of chaos, and the power radiating from Cassandra became suffocating.

Above, the moon shifted, its pale light dimming into an ominous crimson glow as if the world itself sought to resist her actions.

Yet, in this battle between the will of the world and the love of a mother, it was the mother who emerged victorious.

The baby, glowing faintly with his own budding power, hovered in the air above the battlefield. His small, innocent eyes met his mother's tear-filled gaze, locking onto the person who had sacrificed everything for him.

Cassandra opened her eyes, their ethereal azure hue shimmering with love and sorrow. Her trembling hands reached toward him, as if wanting to hold him one last time.

"Hey, my dear sunshine," she began, her voice trembling but full of warmth. "We're so sorry, you know. Though mama and papa are one of strongest, but it seems we made a mistake—. And because of that... we won't be there for you."

Her lips curved into a sad smile as tears streamed down her face, glimmering like fallen starlight. The tears of the Celestial Witch, a woman feared across continents for her ruthless power, were a sight no one could have imagined.

Cassandra, who had slain thousands with an unshaken expression, now wept openly, her heart breaking for the child she wouldn't see grow.

The baby, as if sensing her anguish and understanding her words on some instinctive level, let out his first cry. His wails pierced the air, echoing with raw emotion.

The battlefield seemed to tremble in response, the very atmosphere shifting under the weight of his sorrow. The winds howled, and the clouds shattered as heavy rain poured down on the lands.

Cassandra's heart shattered further at the sound, but she forced herself to smile, her voice soft and soothing.

"Aww, don't cry, my little star. You're so strong, you know. Strong enough to threaten the most powerful beings just by existing. Strong enough to surpass even the gods themselves one day. So, please, my dear Azhrael don't cry. Always remember, no matter where you are, that both mama and papa love you more than anything in this existence."

As her voice carried those final words, the spatial cracks coalesced into a single, glowing rift that hovered ominously behind her.

The rift shimmered with celestial energy, pulsating like a heartbeat. Despite its destructive aura, it seemed strangely stable, as if responding to her will.

The baby continued to cry, his tiny fists clenched, his tears mingling with the overwhelming power emanating from the battlefield.

Xavian, still locked in combat, risked a glance back at his wife and child. His gaze softened, but the steely determination in his eyes remained.

Cassandra, with her body trembling from the strain of maintaining the spell, looked at the rift. Her breathing was ragged, her life force visibly draining, but she stood firm.

"This will take you far away, to a place where they can't reach you," she said, her voice barely audible over the roaring winds.

As Cassandra's words resonated around her, intricate patterns of glowing runes began to materialize around Azhrael's small, trembling body.

The runes shimmered like ancient stars, weaving together in a complex lattice of magic. The energy crackled and pulsed, forming a binding transparent cocoon that encased the child.

Azhrael's once radiant hair, which gleamed like starlight, began to dull. The luminous oceanic blue of his eyes, a reflection of his mother's essence, slowly faded into a muted grey. His once vibrant presence dimmed, like a candle struggling against a gust of wind.

What Cassandra had done was no ordinary sealing. This was a forbidden technique, one that even the gods themselves would have feared. She had taken the unthinkable step of dividing the very essence of her son's soul into two halves.

One half of his soul transferred to a vessel, containing only fragments of his immense power and potential—just enough to ensure his survival, in another world.

The other half, the core of his celestial power and divinity, was sealed within him in this world. Hidden from the prying eyes of those who sought him.

This division was not without consequence. Azhrael's connection to the limitless potential of his existence was severed, leaving him fragile and vulnerable.

The price of such an act weighed heavily on Cassandra's heart, but she had no other choice.