Apocalypse Baby-Chapter 157: Her Death

Freya’s breath hitched.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Alex fire an attack straight at her.

Her entire body froze.

A chill ran down her spine, her mind screaming at her to move.

But she couldn’t.

Her legs locked in place.

She shut her eyes tight, bracing for the burning pain of the incoming dark flames.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion shook the air.

Freya flinched, but...the pain never came.

Confused, she opened her eyes.

She turned sharply, her heart pounding.

That was when she saw it:

A second fireball, one she hadn’t noticed, had been coming straight for her from behind.

Alex’s attack hadn’t been meant for her.

He had blown the fireball away.

The smoke thickened, swirling in the air.

Then...

Whoosh!

Another fireball shot out of the haze, streaking toward her like a meteor.

Freya gasped.

But before it could reach her—

FWOOSH!

A surge of black flame roared past her shoulder, clashing mid-air with the fireball.

BOOM!

The impact sent a wave of heat blasting outward.

Freya instinctively shielded her face as the force pushed against her.

A tense silence followed.

Then the smoke began to clear.

And Freya knew.

There was only one person who could have attacked her.

As the smoke thinned, Freya’s eyes locked onto Ella.

The woman’s face twisted in pain, yet she still stood, her staff clutched tightly in her grip.

Freya’s heart skipped a beat.

She had seen it—

Ella had lost her hands.

Yet, somehow, she was still holding her staff.

Freya’s gaze sharpened.

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And then—she noticed it.

Those weren’t her real limbs.

Vines.

Twisting, pulsing green tendrils had sprouted from her severed wrists, taking the shape of hands.

Freya’s stomach tightened.

Ella had regrown them.

And now she could still fight.

A sudden glow pulsed from Ella’s staff.

Magic energy gathered and the next moment, she attacked.

A blast of pure force raced toward Freya.

Freya gritted her teeth, barely dodging as the air sizzled beside her.

Her hands clenched.

She had stopped Alex from killing Ella.

And yet now—the very person she had saved was trying to kill her.

Her chest tightened with frustration.

"Ella, you don’t have to do this!" she shouted.

Ella’s expression darkened.

"Don’t give me that shit," she spat.

Her vine-like fingers tightened around her staff, green energy crackling at its tip.

"I’m only doing what I believe to be right. If killing means I get to escape this hellhole, even by an inch, then I won’t hesitate."

Freya’s stomach churned.

Ella’s glare burned into her.

"So what are you gonna do?" Ella continued.

"Will you let me escape? Or will you kill me?"

Freya’s breath caught.

Before she could respond—

A cold, familiar voice cut through the tension.

"I don’t think you should be concerned about her decision."

Freya stiffened.

Alex had appeared beside her.

Ella gritted her teeth.

The pain of her severed limbs still burned— sharp, unrelenting.

Her healing magic had closed the wounds, but it couldn’t erase the agony.

She knew the truth.

If Alex was determined to kill her, there was no escape.

She had seen it— his ruthlessness, his precision.

If he made up his mind, it was over.

But—

If anyone could stop him, it was Freya.

She had noticed it before.

Something about the way Alex looked at her— there was a connection.

A bond.

Clenching her vine-forged hands, Ella swallowed her pride.

Her voice trembled as she stepped forward.

"Freya… please."

Her red-rimmed eyes locked onto Freya’s.

"Please understand. I was only doing what I had to. I acted out of desperation, out of fear. But now—"

Her breath hitched.

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Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself to continue.

"Now I see it. What I did before… it was wrong. It was pathetic."

She winced, her body trembling.

"But I want to make things right. I’ll do it the hard way. I’ll face the next trial and fight to survive."

Ella’s voice cracked.

"Please, just let me go."

She took a shaky step back.

"You don’t have to let him kill me. I swear—I’ll never come near you again."

Freya stood there, frozen.

Her chest tightened.

A mix of emotions swirled inside her.

Ella was begging. Pleading for her life.

But Freya shook her head.

She clenched her fists.

It didn’t matter.

She had no control over Ella’s fate.

Freya exhaled sharply.

If she wanted to survive, she should be pleading with Alex not her.

But deep down, Freya knew the truth.

Alex wouldn’t listen.

And besides, why should she care?

Ella had just tried to kill her.

Yet, as she stared at the desperate girl before her, a strange heaviness settled in her chest.

Then, Alex’s voice cut through the silence.

His eyes never left Ella.

"So…" he said calmly, almost too calmly.

"What are you going to do, Freya?"

His fingers flexed slightly.

"Do you still want me to spare her?" His voice dropped lower. "Or end it now?"

Freya turned her gaze toward him.

Her breath hitched.

Why was he asking her this?

Before she could respond, Alex raised his hand.

Freya’s eyes widened as she realized—

He had recovered enough to use Exploding Touch.

A single dismissal command, and he could set off an explosion right on Ella’s head.

He was ready to end her.

Ella saw the motion.

She didn’t understand what it meant, but instinct screamed at her— danger.

Pure, suffocating fear gripped her.

She staggered back.

Her voice trembled, almost breaking.

"Freya?"

Freya didn’t move.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t even look at her.

Ella’s eyes darted toward the exit.

There was no hope.

Freya wasn’t going to stop him.

She had to run.

Without hesitation, she spun on her heel and sprinted toward the gateway to the next trial.

Her heart pounded. Faster. Faster.

She could make it.

She had to make it.

Behind her, Alex watched in silence.

His gaze was cold. Unbothered.

Then, in a calm voice, he spoke to Freya.

"What are we doing, Freya?"

Freya froze.

Alex’s tone was unreadable, but she could feel the weight in his words.

"She’s getting away."

Freya shuddered.

She knew what he wanted to hear.

She just couldn’t say it.

Her lips trembled. What should she do?

Then Alex’s voice sharpened.

"Freya?!"

Freya clenched her fists.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

"Do whatever you want!" she finally burst out.

And the moment the words left her mouth, Alex moved.

Ella had almost reached the gate.

Her fingers stretched forward, inches from salvation.

But then...

BOOM.

Her head exploded.

A sickening burst of blood and flesh splattered across the floor.

Her lifeless body crumpled at the threshold.

So close. Yet so far.

Freya winced, her whole body recoiling at the gruesome sight.

She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to suppress the rising nausea.

It was so abrupt.

So swift.

So brutal.

So merciless.

Her legs trembled before giving out, and she collapsed to her knees.

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes.

Her breath hitched.

It was too much.

The sheer violence of it.

The way Ella’s life was erased in an instant.

Freya’s shoulders shook. She couldn’t hold it in.

She turned to Alex, eyes red, tears streaming down her face.

Her voice broke as she spoke:

"How…