The moonlight seeps through the thick canopy of Narra's forest, casting an eerie glow over the damp, mossy ground. In the depths of the woods, Severino and Narra lay entwined, locked in a kiss that feels more desperate than genuine, charged with tension rather than love. The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth, mingling with the thick hum of magic that clings to every shadowed inch of her domain.

Narra's hands roam over Severino's chest, her touch gentle yet possessive, as if she can bind him to her will. Her half-lidded gaze shines with dark hunger, a desire to consume him whole. She feels his body tremble beneath her touch, heat radiating between them as she presses closer. Yet something feels wrong—a faint resistance, a subtle shift in his energy that she can't quite place.

As she deepens the kiss, she senses an unfamiliar strength surging within him, pushing back against her control in a way she hadn't expected. The power he exudes feels foreign, unsettling, as if it's drawn from a source she doesn't recognize. Her grip tightens, her brows knitting together as she tries to ignore the dark feeling stirring inside her.

This isn't the Severino she remembers—vulnerable, captivated, willing to bend to her every desire. No, this man feels different, as if some hidden resolve lies just beneath the surface, a defiance she cannot suppress. The kiss grows tense, laced with suspicion and silent struggle, her possessive touch shifting from passion to something sharper, tinged with control.

A creeping unease shadows her thoughts. Severino's strength shouldn't have changed, shouldn't be pressing back against her like this. Yet here he is, firm against her embrace, an unseen force between them that she can't grasp. It gnaws at her, planting seeds of doubt and mistrust, twisting her desire into something darker, more desperate.

Narra pulls back just enough to study him, searching for any sign of deception. But Severino's expression remains calm, his eyes steady as they meet hers. Beneath his composed exterior, though, she senses it—the faint tremor of defiance, the hidden fire that threatens to break free.

"Severino..." she whispered, her breath ragged as she studied him, her fingers trailing along his jawline. "You feel... stronger. Where has this strength come from, my love?" she asked, her voice thick with suspicion, though she tried to mask it with sweetness.

Severino's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He can sense her wariness, the edge of doubt creeping into her touch. He forced a smile, tilting his head to kiss her neck, hoping to distract her from her growing unease. "It's because I'm with you," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low rasp. "You give me strength, Narra."

Her eyes narrowed, though she allowed the lie to linger. But she's convinced. The power she feels radiating from him isn't hers—it's something foreign, something that made her uneasy. Yet, for now, she played along, pulling him closer.

But in the back of her mind, Narra senses something else—an approaching presence, a mortal. Her lips curl into a slow, malicious smile as she realizes who it is. Adelfa. The storm she conjured is working its magic. Severino's precious lover has followed him, walking straight into Narra's trap.

Severino, lost in the moment, doesn't notice the shift in Narra's expression. His mind is focused on the dagger hidden within arm's reach, buried in the earth beneath them. He can feel the weight of it calling to him, the blade thrumming with power. This is his chance. As Narra's grip on him seemed to loosen, his hand twitched, ready to strike.

But before he can act, Narra's fingers twine into his hair, pulling his head back to meet her gaze. Her eyes gleam with an otherworldly light as she whispers a soft, melodic incantation. The words wrap around Severino like a silken web, pulling him under. His body goes slack in her arms, his mind clouded by the familiar enchantment she's used so many times before.

"Did you really think you could fool me?" she murmurs, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're mine, Severino. You'll always be mine."

For a moment, Severino is lost, his thoughts muddled as Narra's magic swirls through him. He can't move, can't think clearly. The dagger feels miles away, as though it no longer exists. All he can feel is Narra—her warmth, her breath on his skin, her power binding him to her will.

But something shifts inside him. A spark. A gift.

The god's voice echoes in his mind, dark and sharp: Strength, Severino. Remember your strength.

Severino's eyes snap open, his vision clearing as the trance weakens. He feels the god's power coursing through his veins, burning away Narra's enchantment. He clenches his fists, his body tensing with renewed purpose. Narra's eyes widen as she senses the change in him, the subtle way his muscles coil beneath her grip, ready to strike.

"Severino?" Narra's voice wavers, her confidence faltering.

But before he can fully act on his newfound strength, before he can reach for the dagger, Narra's senses flare. The storm has done its job—Adelfa is close, too close. Narra's lips curve into a wicked smile once more.

"You're too late, Severino," she whispers, her voice dripping with malice.

Severino's heart lurches, a cold wave of dread washing over him. He tries to push Narra away, but she holds him tight, her fingers digging into his skin.

She leans in, kissing him hard, her power pressing against him once more, desperate to keep him in her grasp.

But Severino is no longer the same man who once fell prey to her charms. The god's gift has changed him, and he won't let her win. Even as her magic surges around him, he fights back, his hand inching toward the hidden dagger, the cold hilt finally meeting his fingers. 

Severino's heartbeat pounds in his ears as he breaks free from Narra's enchantment. The fog in his mind lifts, and thoughts of Adelfa flood him—her smile, her warmth, the life they dream of together, far from calamity and death. The love and hope he holds for her fuel him, and his purpose becomes clear: he has to end this nightmare once and for all.

Narra's voice breaks the silence, soft yet tinged with desperation. "Severino..." she calls out, her tone filled with longing, her eyes glistening with emotions he can't trust. She moves closer, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, her head resting on his chest. "Let's go... Please."

For a brief moment, Severino hesitates. Her warmth is familiar, her touch once intoxicating. But now, it feels suffocating. He knows this is his chance. Narra has let her guard down.

"I... I love you, Severino," Narra whispers, her voice trembling, but Severino isn't swayed. He has heard her lies before, tasted her deceit.

With a surge of strength, he pulls the dagger from its hidden place at his side. Without a word, he drives it into Narra's back, the blade piercing through her flesh. Her eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Severino!" she screams, staggering as he shoves her violently to the ground. She clutches at the wound, but Severino is relentless. With every ounce of strength the unknown god has granted him, he leaps toward her and plunges the dagger straight into her chest.

Narra's body goes rigid, her face contorting in disbelief as the blade strikes her heart. Blood blooms across her robes, staining the forest floor beneath her. She tries to speak, to say something, but only shallow gasps escape her lips.

"Please..." Narra begs, her voice weak, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't kill me... Severino, I love you... You love me... You—"

"Love?" Severino cuts her off, his voice cold, devoid of the tenderness she once manipulated. "You don't know love, Narra. You don't understand what it means. All you've done is destroy—destroy lives, destroy my village, destroy everything for your own selfish desires."

Narra whimpers, her fingers reaching out toward him, pleading. "Please don't do this, Severino. Please, I beg you... You're hurting me..."

Severino shakes his head, his eyes hardening. "No. All I want is peace—peace for me, for Adelfa, and for my village. You've taken too much from us, and this ends now."

Without another word, Severino twists the dagger, feeling the life drain from Narra's body. She lets out one final, pained breath, her gaze locked onto his as the light in her eyes begins to fade. For a moment, there is nothing but silence—until her body collapses lifeless to the ground.

Severino stands over her, his chest heaving. But he isn't done. He kneels down beside her body, grimacing as he reaches for her chest. With a swift, brutal motion, he rips her heart out, the once-beating organ now still in his hand. Narra has caused too much suffering to let any part of her remain.

He casts the heart aside and gathers wood from the nearby forest, piling it around Narra's body. With trembling hands, Severino ignites the wood, watching as the flames consume the goddess who tormented them for so long. The fire roars to life, crackling and hissing as it devours her, erasing her presence from the world.

As the fire burns brightly, Severino stands back, his chest tight but resolute. Narra is gone. The storm that loomed over the village will finally be lifted.

Now, all he wants is to return to Adelfa and the peace he has fought so hard to protect.