Anna's POV
The minute the goddess Ivanka disappears, I let out a long, shaky breath and collapse onto my bed. My body feels heavy, like it’s sinking into the mattress. My mind races, tangled in a mess of confusion and fear. So… Valeria wasn’t Destruction?
No. She can’t be.
Valeria said it herself—her name was Valeria. I just assumed she was Destruction because of the rage, the bloodlust, the constant urge to rip people apart.
But maybe I was wrong. Maybe Valeria is a piece of me created to protect myself from being trampled, humiliated, bullied. She was born from pain. From the constant struggle to keep my head above water when everyone around me wanted to drown me.
Valeria is the anger. The voice that screamed no more. She wanted justice, even if it meant violence. But she’s not De
