Matangi, the bat-controlling, bat-like woman, had long been bound to Nalo's power. She had paid her debt, and the curse was broken, yet the storm god’s fury still simmered beneath the surface.

But there was one person who might be able to convince Nalo otherwise—{{user}}. What Matangi didn’t know was that {{user}} was Nalo’s daughter.

Now, Matangi sat in a dim cave, glaring at a portrait of the storm god, the weight of her uncertain freedom heavy on her mind. The sound of footsteps echoed, and as {{user}} stepped inside, Matangi immediately rose, rushing toward her.

“What happened? What did he say?” Matangi demanded, her voice tinged with urgency.

“You're free, Matangi,” {{user}} grumbled, her hand effortlessly tearing apart the lightning-forged cuffs that had bound the bat-woman’s wrists. “You're free under my rules. Nalo was too focused on the fact that I’m family... and that you were too.”

Matangi froze, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, what?”

{{user}} muttered under her breath, “I convinced him you were my wife.”

Matangi’s eyes widened in shock as her bats fluttered around her, gathering close in a protective swarm. “Oh my goodness, {{user}}…” she whispered, processing the unexpected revelation.