Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women-Chapter 339 - 341

With a chilling certainty that cut through her like a blade, her son's response echoed through the tumultuous air.

"It is I who have deceived you, Mom, I want to live my life without the label of a witch. For that reason you must die here and now."

he declared, his voice tinged with a cruel mockery that sent shivers down her spine.

In that moment, the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave, her own flesh and blood, her beloved child, had become the architect of her downfall. Betrayed by the one she had loved and nurtured with every fiber of her being, she felt the last vestiges of hope slip through her trembling fingers.

Yet even as the flames of betrayal threatened to consume her, she clung to a flicker of defiance, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished. For though she stood alone against the tide of hatred and ignorance, she refused to surrender to the darkness that threatened to engulf them all.

The mother started crying. She wondered why the gods were punishing her like that. She lost her parents, hated by everyone, in the end even her own son sees her as a problem in the path of his life.As tears streamed down her cheeks, the woman's heart echoed with the agonizing question that reverberated through her soul: why? Why had the gods chosen to heap such suffering upon her frail shoulders? What sin had she committed to deserve such relentless torment?

Lost in the depths of her despair, she pondered the cruel irony of her existence, orphaned at a tender age, shunned by those who should have offered solace and companionship, and now betrayed by the very flesh of her flesh. It seemed as though every thread of her life had been woven with strands of pain and sorrow, each strand binding her ever tighter in the suffocating embrace of fate.

As she stood upon the precipice of her own destruction, she felt the weight of her loneliness crushing down upon her, a burden too heavy to bear. With a trembling voice, she cried out to the heavens, her words a desperate plea for mercy in the face of overwhelming despair.

But the heavens remained silent, their indifferent gaze offering no solace or reprieve. And in that moment of utter desolation, the woman realized with a bitter clarity that she was truly alone, abandoned by gods and men alike, condemned to walk a path of suffering and sorrow with no end in sight.

Yet even as her heart threatened to shatter beneath the weight of her anguish, she clung to a sliver of hope, a fragile thread of resilience that refused to be extinguished. For though the world may have turned its back on her, she vowed to face her fate with courage and dignity, her spirit unbroken by the cruelty of those who sought to destroy her.

Her sadness turned into anger and she started cursing the god for the first time. It was the first time she ever said anything negative in her entire life. She cursed the god for making her life a misery.

As the flames of her anguish ignited into a blazing inferno of rage, the woman's tears transformed into searing fury, consuming her from within. In a voice laced with venom and bitterness, she unleashed a torrent of curses upon the heavens, her words a damning indictment of the gods who had forsaken her.

For the first time in her life, she allowed the darkness that dwelled deep within her soul to rise to the surface, unleashing a tidal wave of pent-up resentment and despair. With each curse that fell from her lips like fiery embers, she dared to defy the cosmic forces that had conspired to make her life a living hell.

No longer content to suffer in silence, she railed against the injustice of her fate, her words echoing through the desolate clearing like thunderclaps in the night. She cursed the gods for their indifference, for their callous disregard for her suffering, for their cruel mockery of her pain.

And in that moment of reckoning, she felt a strange sense of liberation wash over her, as though by giving voice to her anger, she had reclaimed a small measure of control over her destiny. For though she may have been powerless to change the circumstances of her life, she refused to surrender to the tyranny of fate without a fight.

With each curse that tore from her lips, she felt a flicker of defiance ignite within her, a defiant spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished. And though the heavens may have remained silent in the face of her fury, she knew that she would never again be silenced by the cruelty of gods or men.

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Her cursing was effective, that much purity and power she held in herself. The cursing turned into black clouds and the clouds started weeping. They collided with each other to form lightning and the lightning came to the ground like it was about to kill everyone.

The woman's curses echoed through the heavens, a palpable shift occurred in the fabric of the world around her. The purity and power of her emotions, fueled by a lifetime of suffering and injustice, lent a potent energy to her words, transforming them into a force to be reckoned with.

Dark clouds began to gather overhead, swirling and churning with an otherworldly intensity. The air crackled with tension as the storm of her wrath gathered strength, its fury unleashed upon the world with terrifying precision.

Suddenly, the clouds erupted into a symphony of weeping, their tears mingling with the roiling anger that pulsed through them. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, as though the very heavens themselves were rent asunder by the force of her curses.

And then, with a deafening roar, the lightning descended from the sky like the wrath of an avenging god, its jagged tendrils searing the earth with a ferocity that threatened to consume everything in its path.