Chapter 11

The wind of fury

The Rangers were on the defensive, struggling to keep up with Ythia's lightning-fast movements. She dodged and weaved around their attacks with ease, countering with swift strikes that sent them flying. Jason, Emily, Matt, and Sofia were battered and bruised, their usual teamwork and coordination faltering against Ythia's unpredictable speed.

Just when it seemed like all was lost, a whirlwind of yellow and gold burst onto the battlefield. Chris, now morphed into the Yellow Ranger, arrived with a fierce determination in his eyes. His speed matched Ythia's, and he attacked with a precision that caught her off guard.

The other Rangers stumbled back, giving Chris space to take on Ythia alone. His movements were a blur, his fists and feet striking true as he channeled the wind element with a fury he never knew he possessed.

Ythia's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a moment as she faced a worthy opponent. The battle raged on, the two warriors exchanging blows in a dance of speed and power. The outcome was far from certain, but one thing was clear: Chris, the Yellow Ranger, had finally found his true strength.

The two warriors clashed in a flurry of movement, their blows too fast for the human eye to follow. The air was electric with their speed and power, leaving the other Rangers awestruck.

In mere minutes, Ythia stumbled back, her armor in tatters, her strength waning. She crashed into a nearby building, her body battered and bruised. As she knelt, gazing up at the Rangers with a mix of pain and defiance, Chris declared, "It's time to finish this!"

With a unified battle cry, the Rangers unleashed a devastating combination of attacks. Jason's sword sliced through the air, followed by Emily's trident, Matt's falchion, and Sofia's arrows. Each blow landed with precision and force, pushing Ythia to her limits.

Chris, with his newfound wind powers, delivered the final blow. A mighty gust of wind slammed into Ythia, sending her flying backward. Her body disintegrated into nothingness, her scream echoing through the air as she vanished.

The Rangers stood victorious, their chests heaving with exhaustion. They shared a moment of triumph, knowing they had overcome a formidable foe. Chris, still morphed, stood tall, his eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. He had found his place among the team, and his strength would only continue to grow.

Chris and the Rangers demorphed, and Chris led them to the Sanctum, his expression serious. "There's something you all need to know," he said, his voice low.

Inside the Sanctum, Hestia and Moira sat at a table, enjoying a meal. Chris's eyes widened in surprise. "Hestia, you know my mother?"

Hestia nodded, a warm smile on her face. "Of course, Chris. Moira and I have been friends for centuries."

The other Rangers looked on, bewildered by the presence of another goddess in the Sanctum. Jason, Emily, and Matt seemed to have missed Chris's question, but Sofia's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Chris.

"Centuries?" Sofia repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "How is that possible?"

Moira's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, Sofia, you'd be surprised what's possible when you're a goddess."

Chris took a deep breath, his eyes locked on his friends. "I have something important to tell you all. My mother...she's not just any mother. She's Moira, the goddess of prophecy and fate."

The Sanctum fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the candles. The Rangers exchanged stunned glances, trying to process this revelation.

Hestia continued eating, seemingly oblivious to the bombshell Chris had just dropped. Jason, however, quickly regained his composure. "Hestia, did you know about Chris's mom?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Hestia smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Of course, Jason. I was the one who convinced the gods to bring Moira back to Olympus instead of stripping her of her immortality."

The Rangers turned to Chris, their faces filled with questions. "When did you find out?" Emily asked.

Chris shrugged. "My mom just told me recently."

Sofia grinned mischievously. "Demigod or not, you're still a dooface, Chris."

Chris stuck out his tongue at Sofia, and the familiar bickering brought a sense of normalcy to the stunned Rangers. Moira and Hestia laughed at the exchange, their faces warm with amusement.

But Moira's expression turned serious, her eyes clouding over. "I bring grave news from Olympus," she said, her voice solemn. "The gods are stirring, and their attention is focused on the mortal realm. Dark forces are gathering, and the balance of power is shifting."

The Sanctum fell silent once more, the Rangers' faces somber as they absorbed Moira's words. The air was thick with tension, and Chris knew that their adventure was far from over.

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