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Chapter 78 - Chapter Seventy-Eight — The Molten Heart

The Abyss itself seemed to breathe, the walls pulsing with energy, shadows twisting like serpents reacting to the tether threading Seris and Mason together. The silver mark burned, molten-hot, spreading through her veins, igniting power, fear, and desire in equal measure. Mason's presence pressed against her mind like a storm, molten and obsessive, threading every thought and heartbeat into the suffocating bond.

"You cannot escape me," Mason whispered, voice silk and steel, threading into her consciousness. "Every heartbeat, every flicker of defiance… belongs to me. You already crave it."

Her chest tightened as shadows flared from her hands, twisting into blades and whips that cut through the Abyss. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… she knew she belonged to him. Every movement pulsed with her goddess-blood energy, amplified by Mason's obsessive tether.

From the depths, an immortal god appeared, eyes molten-gold, radiating hatred forged over centuries. Its body coiled with dark energy, lashing violently, attempting to crush her with every strike.

Seris lunged, shadows erupting, intertwining with Mason's obsession, amplifying her strikes. Fear, exhilaration, and desire collided violently. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… she wanted him, the tether, the suffocating chains threading her soul.

"You see?" Mason whispered, brushing a shadow tendril across her cheek. "Every act of defiance, every heartbeat… threads you closer. You are mine. One day… you will crave it completely."

The immortal roared, energy flaring, but Seris's attacks, infused with Mason's obsessive tether, cut through its defenses. The Abyss reacted violently, twisting, coiling, striking mercilessly. Every heartbeat threaded with Mason's obsession, threading her power, fear, and desire into a storm she could not resist.

When the god fell, she collapsed, chest heaving, trembling from exertion and the heat of the mark. Mason knelt beside her, shadows brushing along her hairline and neck in intimate, possessive strokes.

"You are mine," he whispered. "Even your defiance strengthens the bond. One day… you will crave me. You cannot resist, Seris."

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