My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash and Hera) novel Chapter 2017

“Where am I now?”

“You're inside your own body, and this orb of light in front of you is the gift I left for you.”

“Left for me? A gift?” Torah looked at the light orb warily. He knew about his background, but after so many years, he had never met his father. His sudden appearance now brought an unbearable feeling.

“I'm already dead. Why are you saying this now?” Torah turned away, gritting his teeth. He did not want to hear anything from his so-called father as he never had any expectations of him.

“Listen to me, child. Things are not as you think. It’s not that I didn’t care about you and your mother, but I was truly powerless. At that time—"

“Then why are you here now?!” Torah cut him off harshly.

“I'm of no use to you now. I’m already dead. I’m going to find my mother…”

“No, child. You can't go yet,” Skye said.

Torah's voice quivered with emotion as he responded, “Why? Why did you have to come now…”

“Child, I was resurrected as a puppet previously, and my consciousness was erased. It was only just now that my body was sealed and thus my mind freed. Please believe me. I wanted to help you…”

“Help me? How?” Torah shook his head. “I’m already dead. I don’t want to… Forget it. If you want to help me, fine. Find a way for me to keep fighting. You’re a god, right? It should be easy for you.”

"That's no problem," Skye replied. "Fortunately, you died with the body of a dragon, so your divine form remains intact. All you need to do is reach out and touch this light orb that is filled with my divine power.

The pope immediately got serious when he saw Torah, the troublesome fellow, and unleashed a barrage of attacks. Various elemental attacks flew toward Torah, but Torah did not dodge them.

Instead, he absorbed them all just before they hit him and returned them all to the pope. The pope quickly erected a shield, and the two began a fierce magic duel.

Just then, the otherworldly fire ignited again, but this time, it targeted the pope. The pope hastily dispelled the flames, though they still singed his clothes.

He looked at the ground angrily. Sven had somehow freed himself from his restraints and was standing there with the staff, a picture of confidence.

“How is this possible?!” the pope roared furiously as he extended his hand to reclaim the staff. However, the staff remained firmly in Sven's grasp.

“Enough. Prepare to pay your blood debt,” Sven declared.