Chapter 29: Final Resurrection Ritual

Nehellenia's fire wasn't natural. It was a supernatural weapon designed to erase entire bloodlines.

Her fingers traced supernatural runes that pulsed with malevolent energy. Each molecular flame carried intention beyond mere burning. This was dimensional erasure. A fire that could consume not just flesh, but supernatural potential itself.

"Your lineage ends here," she hissed.

The first flames touched Heather's body with surgical precision. Not random destruction. A methodical consumption designed to destroy her very genetic potential.

Molecular structures began to dissolve. Not just burning. Being systematically unmade. Each supernatural cell carrying Tsukino potential targeted with cosmic accuracy.

Her chubby frame - once full of impossible ice magic - began to crisp. Blacken. Dissolve.

Her brown eyes - those windows to supernatural potential - locked onto her children. One final moment of recognition. Of love.

The fire carried Nehellenia's pure hatred. Generations of rejection. Cosmic resentment that predated human understanding.

"No more," Nehellenia breathed. "Your bloodline dies."

The supernatural flames didn't just consume. They rewrote molecular potential. Erasing not just Heather. But every supernatural possibility she represented.

Her children watched. Helpless. Their supernatural energy preparing for their final act of resurrection.Blood wasn't just liquid. It was cosmic destiny.

The dying children - Haru, Sora, Yuki, Shizuka, Akihiko, Kazuki, Akira - understood their final act wasn't surrender. It was supernatural resurrection.

Each droplet of their blood carried supernatural potential. Tomoe's yokai energy. Kurama's crow magic. Prince Demand's crystalline power. Their mother's impossible ice potential.

Their blood converged with surgical precision. Not randomly. With a calculated supernatural design that defied dimensional understanding.

Nehellenia watched, momentarily stunned.

The first droplets touched Heather's almost-destroyed form. Not with gentle restoration. With pure, raw supernatural potential.

Crystalline structures erupted. Not sharp. Not violent. But beautiful. Like intricate snowflakes formed from pure supernatural energy. Glass-like fragments started weaving around her body, creating a protective cocoon that pushed back against Nehellenia's destructive fire.

A coffin.

Translucent. Shimmering. Alive.

Nehellenia's fire - meant to destroy - became the catalyst for resurrection.

The ice crystal coffin wasn't just protection. It was a supernatural promise. A dimensional gateway that carried Heather's potential beyond destruction.

Her brown eyes - those windows to impossible potential - flickered. Not dead. Not alive. Something... more.

The children's final act wasn't just sacrifice. It was supernatural resurrection.

The Dead Moon Circus trembled. Reality itself held its breath.

Something was about to be reborn.