Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby!-Chapter 94: Out of Control

"Shut up," I replied softly, though a smile tugged faintly at my lips despite myself.

I tried to ignore the strange humming sensation still vibrating faintly beneath my skin, pushing it aside as mere fatigue or lingering adrenaline. Yet, as we walked quietly back toward our rooms, I couldn't help but feel an uneasy heaviness settling into my chest. Every heartbeat felt strangely loud, reverberating through me as if my body were a drum struck too hard, too fast.

Mara glanced at me, concern etched delicately across her features. "Your Highness? You look unwell."

I waved her concern away, attempting to keep my voice calm. "I'm fine. Just tired."

Elira exchanged a worried glance with Mara, unconvinced but respecting my wish for silence. Riven watched me nervously, clearly sensing something was off but wisely keeping his worries to himself. Even Aria remained unusually subdued, her typical energy replaced by cautious observation.

We reached the dormitory in near silence, yet each step felt heavier, more difficult than the last, as if an invisible weight had begun settling onto my shoulders. By the time I reached my room, sweat beaded lightly on my forehead, and my hands trembled faintly.

"Elira," I murmured, voice tight with strain. "I…I think something's wrong."

Before she could respond, a sudden, overwhelming pressure exploded from deep within me. It surged outward like a tidal wave, an uncontrollable storm of magic that ripped through my room, obliterating furniture, paintings, and stone walls as if they were no more substantial than paper.

"No!" I gasped desperately, trying to claw back control, feeling my magic unravel violently beyond my reach. It tore through me in relentless surges, a fierce torrent of power that warped reality itself, leaving trails of devastation and chaos in its wake.

[Your magic control—] the system started urgently, voice sharp. [It's plummeting rapidly!]

"I can see that!" I snapped through gritted teeth, fighting to maintain consciousness as pain shot through every nerve ending, burning like liquid fire.

The bedroom door flew open, and Aria and Riven stood in horrified shock, their faces pale with terror. "Elyzara!" Riven shouted, stepping forward instinctively.

"No!" I cried desperately, raising a shaking hand to stop him. "Stay back!"

Another pulse of destructive energy erupted around me, sending fragments of stone flying, walls cracking, and windows shattering into jagged shards. The air itself crackled ominously, charged with an uncontrollable force that threatened to consume everything.

Mara stepped swiftly forward, shielding Riven and Aria, eyes narrowed with determination. "Get to safety," she commanded sharply, her voice calm yet edged with undeniable authority. "Now."

Riven hesitated only a second before pulling Aria back, her eyes wide with frightened confusion. "But—"

"Go," Elira urged softly but firmly. "We'll handle this."

They obeyed, retreating hurriedly as another violent surge of my power nearly collapsed the corridor. My vision blurred, tears of frustration and pain mingling as I fought uselessly to wrestle back control. I could feel my connection to my magic slipping dangerously, like sand escaping my grasp.

[Control dropped to 35%. No, wait 28%. Elyzara, get it together!]

"I'm trying!" I screamed internally, desperation clawing at my throat.

The world warped around me, twisting and shattering beneath the relentless waves of chaotic magic. Reality became fluid, unstable, the room shifting and distorting as my magic surged unchecked. Shadows twisted grotesquely into impossible shapes; the air grew suffocating, heavy with raw, unleashed power.

Through the violent storm, Mara moved toward me, her steps steady despite the chaos raging around her. Elira remained close behind, her own magic manifesting softly around her fingertips in shimmering waves of light.

"Stay back," I begged weakly, fear swelling in my chest, terrified I'd hurt them if they came too close.

Mara ignored my protest, eyes steady with quiet confidence. "We're not leaving you, Your Highness."

Another surge shook through me violently, magic roaring from my fingertips and scorching deep cracks into the floor. I fell to my knees, gasping raggedly, body trembling uncontrollably.

"It's too dangerous," I whispered brokenly. "Please…"

Elira reached my side, her cool fingers gently grasping my trembling hands. Her voice was soft, calm, a lifeline in the chaos. "We're here, Elyzara. You're not alone."

Their magic wrapped around mine carefully, not attempting to suppress but to guide, redirecting the violent currents gently back toward me. Mara's own power flared gently, a calming force that countered the destructive storm.

Yet another surge tore through me, desperate and fierce, shattering what remained of my bed and wardrobe, sending splinters flying. Guilt clawed at my throat, horrified at the destruction, horrified at myself.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears falling openly now, feeling utterly helpless. "I can't…control it…"

"You can," Mara said firmly, kneeling directly before me, her dark eyes holding mine fiercely. "You've always had control, Elyzara. Focus. Feel your magic. Feel yourself."

Elira squeezed my hand gently. "Breathe. We're right here."

I drew in a shuddering breath, trying to do as they instructed, grasping desperately at the frayed edges of my magic. Slowly, painfully, I felt my consciousness merge with theirs, felt their steady, gentle presence guiding me back to center.

Their combined magic hummed gently, weaving carefully around mine, cocooning me in warmth and security. Bit by bit, the violent surges weakened, the chaos slowly calming beneath their patient influence.

Exhaustion swept over me as the destructive waves finally receded, my magic retreating like a wounded beast, settling reluctantly back within the confines of my control. The room fell silent, the only sound my ragged breathing and the faint crackle of lingering magic.

[Control stabilized at…20%,] the system reported gently, voice unusually soft. [You're safe now.]

I slumped forward in relief, Mara and Elira holding me securely, their steady presence anchoring me to reality. "Thank you," I murmured weakly, heart heavy with shame and guilt.

"Never apologize, Your Highness," Mara whispered fiercely. "We will always be here."

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Elira smiled faintly, gently brushing sweat-dampened hair from my forehead. "You're stronger than you realize, Elyzara."

We remained still for several moments, the wreckage of my room a grim reminder of my failure, yet their warmth comforted me immensely.

Eventually, footsteps approached cautiously, and I lifted my head weakly to see Riven and Aria standing in stunned silence, horror written clearly across their faces as they stared at the destruction.

"Is…is she alright?" Aria asked timidly, tears in her eyes.

"She's safe," Mara reassured gently, rising gracefully and helping me to my feet. "Everything will be fine."

Riven hesitated, clearly struggling to find words, before stepping forward carefully, worry and confusion evident in his gaze. "Elyzara…are you okay?"

I managed a small, exhausted smile. "I'm fine. Just…tired."

The devastation around us spoke volumes otherwise, yet neither Riven nor Aria pressed further, respecting the clear boundaries I silently drew.

As I leaned heavily against Mara, exhaustion threatened to drag me down once more. "System?" I asked weakly.

[I'm here,] it replied quietly, its usual humor absent. [We'll get through this.]

I nodded faintly, too drained to speak further, letting Mara and Elira guide me carefully from the wreckage toward safety.

Deep within my heart, fear lingered, nagging insistently at my mind. My magic had always been unpredictable, but this…this loss of control was terrifyingly new, and dangerously powerful. I couldn't risk harming those I cared about again.