Chapter 224: Emotional Reunion!

Chapter 224: Emotional Reunion!

Higher Plane of Kaelria

On the planet of Kaelria, the birthplace of Tessa and the realm of her divine parents, Solaris, the sun god, and Lunara, the moon goddess, a tempest of emotions brewed.

Within the exalted higher plane—a dimension reserved for the most powerful deities—energies swirled thick and potent, a realm where lesser beings could not tread without obliteration, unless shielded by the covering or energy of a higher god.

Lunara's palace, a grand structure of silver and pale moonstone, glittered under the ethereal glow of the higher plane. Werewolf-like maids and attendants moved with quiet precision, ensuring every corner of the vast palace sparkled and every demand of their mistress was met without delay. The towering walls seemed alive, pulsing faintly with divine energy.

Seated on her ornate throne, Lunara exuded her usual aura of authority. Her silver hair fell in cascades, shimmering like liquid light. Across from her, Solaris slouched, his golden radiance dimmed by a deep frown etched into his brow. His powerful presence—like the core of a blazing star—seemed muted, weighed down by his thoughts.

"That girl is too stubborn," Solaris grumbled, his voice reverberating like a low thunderclap. "She takes after you. Facing Erodius alone, without even inheriting my legacy, after the whole drama of the realms of power and her return… it's practically a death sentence."

Lunara leaned back, her ethereal eyes narrowing in contemplation. "You should've stopped her when you had the chance," she replied sharply. "What's the point of lamenting to me now? We're her parents, Solaris. If you're so worried, why don't we go and stand by her side? It's our duty to protect her."

Solaris shook his head, his fiery aura flaring slightly. "If it were just Rhemon, it would be too easy to dispatch of him, but against Erodius...You know what it cost us to face Erodius millennia ago. That god is more than a maniac; he's a savant of destruction, wielding knowledge even the higher gods struggle to fathom. Power isn't always enough against him. I won't let her fight him, but…" He faltered, his voice tinged with hesitation.

Lunara stood from her throne and glided over to him, her movements graceful yet purposeful. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch soft yet commanding. "Then what, Solaris? Do we abandon her? Watch her fight an unwinnable battle? We need to help her." Her tone softened as she sat beside him, rubbing his back in a rare display of vulnerability. "She's our daughter."

For a moment, silence enveloped them, thick with unspoken regrets and blame. Then Lunara added, almost as an afterthought but with unmistakable bitterness, "I'm still mad at you, though."

Solaris turned to face her, confusion flashing across his features. "What did I do now?" he asked, his golden eyes widening with an almost childlike innocence.

"You had a son with a maid," Lunara snapped, her voice cool but laced with pain. "And he is probably not the only one of your bastards, and not only that, you gave him your legacy—your legacy, Solaris. Meanwhile, our daughter had to awaken her own through struggle, and even then, it was lost amidst the chaos of the power realms."

Solaris recoiled, his face darkening. "First of all, I never gave him my legacy... and besides I didn't even know I had him until Tessa told us, and in fact, What merit do you have that you're blaming me? You kept Tessa from me! Don't forget, I could have killed her that day—"

"Kept her from you?" Lunara's voice rose, trembling with fury. "Are you senile or have you lost touch with reality? When Rhemon kidnapped her, I told you! Do you even listen to yourself? And don't you dare insinuate I've ever betrayed you. Unlike you, I've been faithful to our union, I have been loyal!" Her eyes flashed, the throbbing vein on her temple a testament to her anger.

The maids, who had paused mid-task, froze completely. The tension was palpable, an invisible thread stretched to its limit, ready to snap.

Solaris softened, his golden aura dimming further, the fiery brilliance that usually surrounded him ebbing to a gentle warmth. His voice carried a tenderness that was rare for the sun god. "I'm sorry, my love," he said quietly, the words trembling with sincerity and regret. Slowly, he rose from his seat, his towering form now humbled, and pulled Lunara into an embrace. "I failed you. I failed her. I let my pride blind me."

Lunara froze, the heat of his touch and the vulnerability in his tone catching her off guard. She had braced herself for a battle of words, a confrontation steeped in righteous fury, but this—this disarmed her completely. Her resolve wavered, her fingers twitching as if debating whether to push him away. Yet, as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat reached her, the walls she had so carefully built around her emotions began to crack.

Her lips quivered, and her silvery eyes glistened with tears. Slowly, like a dam breaking under relentless pressure, her composure crumbled. The anger that had burned so fiercely within her gave way to raw, unfiltered grief. Tears spilled down her cheeks, streaking her ethereal face. The air around her seemed to grow colder, the chill of her sorrow palpable. Her celestial dignity, the grand aura of the moon goddess, was gone—buried beneath the weight of her pain.

The rare moment of vulnerability was witnessed by the many onlookers in the palace. The werewolf-like attendants, who had been quietly tending to their tasks, now stood transfixed. Murmurs rippled through the grand hall as they exchanged glances, their eyes softening at the sight of the two higher gods sharing such an intimate moment. A few even let out soft murmurs of admiration and warmth, their voices blending into a low, collective "aww."

It was a display of love and humanity—a glimpse of imperfection in beings who were otherwise divine.

Solaris's expression hardened as he noticed the whispers and stolen glances. His fiery aura flared momentarily, a sharp reminder of his unmatched authority. "Get lost!" he barked, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed through the vast halls. The sudden outburst shattered the delicate stillness, sending the attendants scattering in all directions like frightened birds.

The once-busy palace fell silent, the echoes of Solaris's command lingering in the air. Lunara clung to him, her sobs muffled against his chest. His hands moved in gentle, soothing strokes down her back, his earlier harshness melting away as he focused on her.

"Let them be, they just care too much about me," Lunara whispered through her tears, her voice barely audible. "You've not exactly being pleasing me."

"I will improve darling," Solaris replied firmly, his tone gentler now but still resolute. "Not just about this. Not just about us." He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her temple. "You've carried enough of my mistakes. You shouldn't have to bear anyone's judgment for what I've done or failed to do."

Lunara's sobs gradually subsided, replaced by a quiet stillness. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was rare for them to share a moment like this—rare for either of them to let their guard down so completely. For the first time in what felt like eons, she felt not like a goddess, not like the keeper of celestial balance, but like a wife, a partner, and a mother.

Yet, in the back of her mind, a shadow loomed—the same shadow that clouded Solaris's thoughts. Tessa was out there, facing a threat neither of them could ignore. Erodius's name hung in the air like a curse, unspoken but ever-present. This moment of reconciliation, as precious as it was, would not last long.

For now, though, they allowed themselves to hold on to each other, drawing strength from the fragile peace they had found. The battle ahead would test them in ways they could scarcely imagine, but together, they would face it. Together, they would fight for their daughter.

The higher plane, with all its overwhelming energies, seemed to quiet, as if the cosmos itself paused to witness the intimate moment.