Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher! Chapter 53: The Woman Who Abandoned Her Chains

In Cold Moon District, within Amon’s household.

There was complete silence.

A comfortable silence.

The kind that only existed after a long and exhausting day. The kind that settled naturally over a ho when everyone inside could finally lower their guard and forget the burdens waiting beyond its walls.

Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the living room floor.

The television remained off.

The windows were slightly open.

A cool breeze drifted through the house, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city.

Everything felt peaceful.

Ordinary.

As though the countless dangers lurking beyond Cold Moon District simply didn’t exist.

As though hunters weren’t risking their lives every day.

As though monsters weren’t waiting beyond dungeon gates.

As though the world itself wasn’t constantly balanced on the edge of catastrophe.

Inside this small house, none of that mattered.

At least for the mont.

A warm smile rested upon Kayla’s lips as she sat quietly on the couch, gently playing with the little girl in her arms.

The exhaustion she had accumulated over the past several days seed to fade whenever she looked at her daughter.

Every trace of fatigue.

Every lingering worry.

Every burden.

They all beca insignificant.

Her fingers lightly poked Ciara’s cheeks.

Occasionally brushing through the tiny strands of hair atop her head.

Occasionally lifting her little hands and squeezing them playfully.

Every reaction earned another smile from Kayla.

Every tiny expression seed endlessly entertaining.

The smallest movent.

The slightest sound.

Even the way Ciara blinked appeared worthy of attention.

anwhile, Ciara was suffering.

Internally.

’How long is this going to continue...?’

Maintaining the expression of an innocent infant required an absurd amount of self-control.

At first, pretending to be a baby had been amusing.

Novel, even.

Now it had beco torture.

Pure torture.

The worst part wasn’t the diapers.

Nor was it the constant carrying.

Nor even being unable to speak.

It was this.

Being treated like an actual baby twenty-four hours a day.

Her mother seed to possess an infinite reserve of affection whenever it ca to her.

One mont she was being hugged.

The next mont her cheeks were being pinched.

Then she was being lifted into the air.

Then hugged again.

Then kissed on the forehead.

Then kissed on both cheeks.

Then squeezed once more.

The cycle never ended.

Ciara had long since realized resistance was aningless.

So she endured.

Patiently.

Silently.

Like a veteran soldier surviving an endless battlefield.

Unfortunately for her, Kayla seed particularly affectionate today.

"Aww."

Kayla giggled softly.

"Who’s the cutest little girl in the world?"

Ciara stared at her.

Blankly.

Kayla imdiately interpreted the look as innocence.

Her smile widened.

Ciara’s expression nearly cracked.

’This is exactly the problem.’

She wanted to explain that she wasn’t actually a baby.

That she understood every word.

That she was perfectly capable of holding an intelligent conversation.

That she possessed more ntal maturity than most adults.

Instead, all she could do was stare.

Powerlessly.

Kayla gently tapped her nose.

Ciara nearly sighed.

Nearly.

Years of self-control prevented the disaster.

Instead, she released a tiny yawn.

The effect was imdiate.

Kayla’s eyes practically lted.

"Oh no."

"Soone’s sleepy."

Ciara instantly seized the opportunity.

Finally.

A chance to escape.

She began acting as tired as possible.

Her eyelids drooped.

Her movents slowed.

She even released another yawn for good asure.

An award-winning performance.

If there had been judges present, she was certain she would have received first place.

’Please work.’

’Please.’

’Please.’

Kayla’s smile beca even gentler.

"There we go."

She carefully adjusted Ciara within her arms.

Slowly rocking her back and forth.

Ciara almost celebrated.

Victory was within reach.

A few more minutes.

A little more pretending.

Then she could finally enjoy so peace and quiet.

At least until the next round of parental affection began.

The thought nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Not because she was sad.

But because she genuinely missed having personal space.

Still.

As Kayla continued humming softly while rocking her, Ciara gradually relaxed.

The gentle warmth.

The rhythmic movent.

The quiet atmosphere filling the house.

Together they created sothing unexpectedly comforting.

Despite all her complaints.

Despite her constant internal grumbling.

She found herself slowly growing drowsy for real.

Her thoughts beca sluggish.

Her eyelids grew heavier.

The distant sounds around her gradually faded.

And before she realized it—

The act was no longer an act.

Sleep quietly claid her.

For a brief mont, peace reigned.

Then everything changed.

The shadows near the corner of the room suddenly distorted.

Without warning.

Without sound.

Without the slightest ripple of mana.

An elderly man stepped forward.

His grey robes hung loosely from his thin fra.

Ti had left countless marks upon him.

Yet what stood out most wasn’t his appearance.

It was his presence.

An ancient, decaying presence.

As though countless eras had already passed through his body.

As though he had witnessed civilizations rise and collapse into dust.

His eyes settled upon Kayla.

A trace of guilt appeared within them.

Then he lowered his head.

"I’m sorry for releasing the seal, Madam."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

Yet the words carried imnse weight.

"But the Master is in danger."

"And only you can save him."

The old man closed his eyes.

A weary sigh escaped his lips.

A sigh that seed to contain ten years of hesitation.

Ten years ago, they had arrived in this insignificant world.

Not because they lacked power.

Not because they had been forced.

But because Kayla herself had chosen it.

She had abandoned everything.

Her status.

Her authority.

Her power.

Her destiny.

She had discarded them all.

She wanted peace.

A normal life.

A family.

For ten years she had lived as an ordinary woman.

For ten years she had buried her past.

For ten years she had refused to look back.

And today—

That peace was about to end.

Because Amon had attracted the attention of sothing he should never have encountered.

A god.

The old man’s gaze darkened.

He had already witnessed the future.

He had already seen the outco.

If nothing changed.

Amon would die.

Not rely die.

He would be erased.

His existence completely removed from reality.

There would be nothing left behind.

No body.

No soul.

No mory.

Nothing.

The old man’s fingers trembled.

Slowly.

Reluctantly.

He ford a series of hand seals.

"I know you’ll hate for this."

His voice shook slightly.

"But if it were your choice..."

"...you wouldn’t watch him die."

Countless ancient runes suddenly appeared around Kayla.

The living room trembled.

The air itself seed to groan beneath an invisible pressure.

Yet strangely, nothing was damaged.

The power remained perfectly controlled.

Perfectly contained.

The old man stepped forward.

Then placed his palm against Kayla’s back.

Bang!

Reality distorted.

The space around them twisted.

Layers upon layers of invisible chains suddenly erged.

The true seal.

The seal Kayla herself had created.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The old man’s hand blurred.

His palm remained in the sa position.

Yet it moved so quickly that even light seed unable to capture it.

Thousands.

Tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands of strikes erupted within a single second.

The surrounding space cracked.

Ancient inscriptions surfaced one after another.

The seal resisted.

Violently.

It was never designed to be removed.

Because the person who created it had never intended to awaken again.

Cracks gradually appeared across the invisible prison.

Then more.

Then more.

Until the entire structure began collapsing.

anwhile, Kayla lowered her head slightly.

As though she had fallen asleep.

As though her consciousness had sunk into a distant dream.

A dream she had spent ten years trying to forget.

Within that dream she saw endless stars.

Endless battlefields.

Endless expectations.

Countless chains forged from duty and responsibility.

A life that had never truly belonged to her.

A life where every choice had already been decided.

Gradually—

Her hair began changing.

Silver strands erged.

Spreading further and further.

Until every strand had transford into pristine white.

An ethereal glow surrounded her body.

The atmosphere itself beca sacred.

Untouchable.

Ancient.

Then her eyes opened.

The warmth within them had vanished.

Not because it was gone.

But because sothing older had surfaced.

Sothing infinitely deeper.

Those eyes seed capable of witnessing the birth and death of universes.

As though countless eras were reflected within them.

Above her head, a radiant star-shaped sigil slowly manifested.

The old man looked upon the scene.

Relief filled his heart.

Regret followed imdiately after.

He had succeeded.

The seal had been broken.

A fraction of her power had returned.

Only a fraction.

Yet even that fraction was enough to terrify existence itself.

The consequences would arrive soon.

The Wargrave lineage would sense it.

They ruled over more than ten cosmic realms.

Their influence stretched across countless worlds.

The mont Kayla’s bloodline awakened, they would know.

The daughter who escaped them.

The woman who abandoned destiny.

The missing piece of their plans.

They would find her again.

The old man knew this.

Yet he had still made his choice.

Because Amon mattered.

Because so things were worth risking everything.

Kayla remained silent.

Then her gaze slowly turned toward a distant location.

Far beyond the district.

Far beyond the city.

Far beyond the horizon itself.

She didn’t know why.

But the mont she looked in that direction—

Her heart tightened.

A strange pain surfaced within her chest.

A feeling she hadn’t experienced in years.

Fear.

The image of a certain figure being erased from existence appeared within her mind.

And for the first ti since awakening—

Emotion surfaced within those ancient eyes.

Bang!

Space shattered.

Not taphorically.

Literally.

The world fractured around her.

The very concept of distance ceased to exist.

The old man couldn’t even react.

One mont Kayla stood before him.

The next mont she was gone.

Vanished.

As though reality itself had carried her away.

And when she appeared once more—

She was already standing before the Demon Lord.

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