Seven Beautiful Goddesses Want Me, But I Just Want My Revenge Chapter 63: Medea, the Goddess of Wrath

"Pós tolmás na angíxeis, thnitó?" dea spoke with a commanding and authoritative tone that commanded respect, leaving room for no defiance.

She stepped out of the sarcophagus with a grace that belied her rage, her movents fluid and deliberate. Her eyes, burning with an ethereal fire, bore into Adrian, pinning him where he stood.

Adrian's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to find the words to explain himself.

He hadn't expected such a violent reaction or anticipated the raw power emanating from the goddess. He had only ant to wake her, to free her, but now he found himself facing a force far beyond his control.

dea's gaze never wavered as she approached him, her every step a reminder of her divine nature. "Xéreis poios eímai?" she demanded in Greek, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Katalavaínete ti dýnami pou askó, tin katastrofí pou boró na káno?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Do you understand the power I wield, the destruction I am capable of?"

Adrian swallowed hard, forcing himself to et her gaze while trying to understand what she was saying. "Wait… I don't know what it is you're saying, but I'm here to free you," he replied in a slightly trembling voice, the fear gnawing at his insides.

"Free ?" dea's voice rang out in English with a cold, cutting edge that made Adrian's blood run cold. "I don't believe you."

Adrian was montarily taken aback, both by the fact that she was now speaking English and by the sheer force of her presence.

His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to explain himself, the pain from their earlier encounter still radiating through his body.

"I'm telling the truth," he insisted, trying to maintain his composure. "Don't you rember , dea? We're supposed to help each other…"

But before he could finish, dea lunged at him with inhuman speed.

Her naked body moved with terrifying swiftness, her breasts jiggling up and down as she closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Adrian barely had ti to react, dodging just in ti as her fist whistled past his head, missing him by re inches.

"Help?" she echoed mockingly, her eyes narrowing as she twisted to face him again.

Adrian knew he was outmatched.

He shot two fiery chains from his back, using them to propel himself away from her, creating so much-needed distance. The chains burned brightly in the dimly lit tomb, casting shadows that danced eerily on the walls.

"You were imprisoned," Adrian said, his voice gaining strength despite the situation. "Locked away, forgotten by the world. I freed you, dea. I broke the chains that bound you. And now I'm asking for what you promised ."

dea's eyes flashed with intense anger, her fury still strong. "You freed ?" she asked with a nacing growl. "And now you seek to command , to demand the power that is mine alone to give?"

Before Adrian could respond, she lunged at him again.

This ti, she was faster and more precise. Adrian tried to dodge as before, but dea anticipated his move. She feigned a punch to his right, and as Adrian shifted to avoid it, she brought her fist crashing into his ribs.

Pain exploded through Adrian's side, but he forced himself to stay focused.

dea raised her hand for another strike, but Adrian intercepted it, catching her punch mid-air. He grabbed her other hand as well, holding her in place.

"I don't want to fight you, dea," Adrian said, his voice strained.

dea struggled against his grip, her lips curling into a crooked smile. "Too bad," she spat before slamming her forehead into his with a force that sent stars exploding across his vision.

The impact left Adrian dazed, and before he could recover, dea's legs left the ground as she pushed against him with the strength of a battering ram.

Adrian's back slamd into the stone wall with a sickening thud, the wind knocked out of him.

dea didn't relent.

She wrapped her arms around him in a crushing embrace, her soft, large breasts pressing against his chest. The sensation of her body against his barely registered in his mind before she launched them both into the air with incredible force.

Adrian struggled to shake her off, but her grip was like iron. As they hurtled toward the ceiling, he saw the stone rapidly approaching.

In a desperate move, he shot out two fiery chains above him, breaking through the stone and allowing light to pour into the cave.

Chunks of rock rained down as Adrian and dea burst out of the tomb into the open air, a cascade of stone and dust following their violent ascent.

For a brief mont, they hung in the air, suspended by the force of dea's power, before gravity took hold. They plumted downward, crashing into the earth with a bone-rattling impact that sent tremors through the ground.

Adrian groaned as the air was forced from his lungs, the weight of dea's body pinning him to the ground.

The world around him spun, the pain in his ribs and back intensifying with each breath. He struggled to regain his bearings, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on the figure above him.

dea was the first to recover, her movents fluid and deliberate as she sat up, straddling Adrian. Her eyes burned with an unquenchable fire, and her chest heaved with the remnants of her fury.

She raised a fist, ready to strike, but Adrian's instincts took over.

He instinctively raised his hands to defend himself; however, his aim faltered in his haste. Instead of blocking the punch, his hands accidentally landed on her breasts, pressing against the soft flesh.

The suddenness of the contact made dea freeze, her eyes widening in surprise. She looked down from Adrian's face to his hands, then back up again, shock and confusion montarily overtaking her fury.

"No… it's not what you think," Adrian stamred, his mind racing for an explanation.

But the situation was absurd, and he knew it.