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    “This lunatic…” Jean gritted her teeth the moment she realized what he’d done.

    At that same time, Sarah seized the moment and slipped over to the Ginger family’s side.

    That area was still safe–for now.

    She looked at their pale faces, her gaze full of grief and confusion.

    The copse resumed–and this time, it was even more violent.

    Jean was still in Ludwig’s arms, while the others had no choice but to flee in scattered directions.

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    Several Abyssal Choir members had already fallen into the widening chasms, vanishingpletely.

    Luka and Jolene dodged from one crumbling patch to another, but it was only a temporary solution. As long as the copse continued, it was only a matter of time before they all went down.

    Below them stretched a bottomless abyss. Anything that fell in made no sound at all.

    Jean looked at Ludwig’s profile–at how tightly he was holding her, how he kept dodging the ever–growing

    cracks.

    At this rate, they were all going to die.

    “Tired?”

    Jean bit her lip and asked softly.

    Ludwig shook his head, his voice gentle. “Not tired. Just hold on to me. Even if I die, I’ll make sure you…”

    The crashing noises grew louder. Not only was the floor falling apart–the ceiling above them was crumbling too. Heavy debris struck Ludwig’s shoulder. He winced but only furrowed his brows briefly before pushing through it.

    Not far away, Jolene and Luka had been separated by a massive crack. They each scrambled to stay alive on their own.

    Most of the Abyssal Choir members had already fallen. The casualties were overwhelming.

    Jean clenched her fingers. If this continued, everyone would die.

    Everyone.

    Was she going to make the same mistake all over again?

    bJust /bthen, a thin figure suddenly dashed toward the man.

    Jean froze, her eyes going wide in disbelief.

    “Da… Dalton…”

    He had been missing for so many years. And now… he was here.

    Dalton stared coldly at the man. “Wright. That’s enough.”

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    The man with the thin–rimmed sses–Wright–was momentarily stunned, then barked, “What are you doing here? Are you trying to die?”

    Dalton’s deathly pale face flushed. “If you die, how am I supposed to live? I’m already half a corpse…”

    After their parents passed away, Dalton had only had his older brother to rely on.

    Wright had always been brilliant, ambitious. He rose from nothing and became one of the wealthiest men

    around.

    With him around, Dalton had never truly suffered. Materially, he’d always had enough. But he’d been frail since birth–his body eaten away by illness. Most of his life had been spent in hospitals.

    In Dalton’s eyes, Wright had always been the perfect brother–kind, dependable, wless.

    Until one day, he saw a different side of him.

    A dark, terrifying side.

    Wright had once kidnapped a girl and locked her in a basement.

    iThat /iwas the first time Dalton witnessed the darkness in his brother.

    He couldn’t ept it. Without telling anyone, he let that girl go.

    Later, he discovered Wright’s n. His target all along had been the Ginger family.

    He thought of Winston, of Jean…

    He didn’t understand–why did his brother hate them so much?

    When he pressed Wright for the truth, he was finally told what had happened to their parents.

    The Ginger family had been the spark that lit it all.

    But Dalton couldn’t hate them–not like Wright did. He knew it was Matheo, not the others, who had caused everything.

    Winston hadined about his father more than once.

    To Dalton, Matheo and the Ginger family were separate. They weren’t the same.

    For years, he had tried to convince Wright to let it go, Revenge wasn’t the answer. He wanted his brother to focus on his own life.

    But Wright had been consumed by hatred.

    He had tried and failed multiple times to hurt the Ginger family. Then he vanished, spending years building horrifying puppets,

    Everything had led to today.

    Dalton had long since been living on borrowed time.

    His body was too weak, like a hollow shell ready to copse.

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    But he had held on. For today. For this.

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    “You don’t need to worry about that. I already nned your future. Even if I die, you’ll be well taken care of…” Wright’s voice rose with emotion, ending in a near shout. “Dalton, get out of here!”

    Jean listened silently.

    And suddenly, she understood.

    That voice she’d heard all those years ago…

    When she’d been kidnapped by Wright and locked in a basement, someone had secretly let her out.

    She never saw his face. Only heard a few faint words.

    That person was Dalton.

    And Wright–the man with the sses–was his brother.

    In his story, he had mentioned two children.

    So Dalton was his younger brother.

    Two brotherspletely opposite.

    Jean was still thinking when the ground beneath her and Ludwig suddenly copsed.

    There was nowhere left to stand.

    Ludwig held her tight with one arm and grabbed the edge of the remaining floor with the other.

    Below them was nothing but pitch ck.

    They were inches from death.

    Dalton lunged forward and threw his arms around Wright.

    He used all his strength–hugging him tight.

    Wright’s hand came off the trigger.

    The copse stopped.

    “Dalton! Let go!” Wright shouted in frustration, fists clenched.

    He looked furious, but he didn’t force Dalton off

    He could have just a flick of the wrist, and Dalton would be gone.

    But he couldn’t bring himself to hurt his brother.

    “I won’t let go, Dalton said firmly His voice trembled “This ends now.”

    Wright didn’t push him away. And Dalton refused to let go

    The two were locked in a stalemate.

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    With the copse halted, Ludwig pulled Jean up. They made it to a stable patch of ground.

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    But then, despite the mechanism being stopped, a crack formed beneath Dalton’s feet from the strain of gravity.

    It widened rapidly.

    Jean opened her mouth to shout a warning, but before she could-

    Crack.

    The floor under Dalton gave way.

    He lost his grip and fell backward into the darkness.

    Wright’s face contorted in panic. Without hesitation, he dove after him.

    He caught Dalton’s hand–but they both lost bnce.

    They fell together.

    Two tangled vines plunging into the void.

    In those final moments, Jean saw Dalton smile at her.

    His voice was faint, but it cut through everything and reached her.

    “Jean, tell your brother… I never really hated him. And don’t be sad. I was dying anyway. There was no cure…”

    He had almost died countless times. Been resuscitated again and again.

    He was tired.

    All he wanted was one peaceful sleep.

    bBut /bhe’d held on–for this.

    To end the hatred.

    His brother was soaked in blood. If he died with him, maybe that would be enough.

    Then Winston… Jean… they wouldn’t be in danger anymore.

    Winston…

    Dalton’s thoughts drifted.

    He had cut off contact with Winston because of his illness. Later, when he learned the truth about their families, he didn’t dare reach out again.

    It had been years.

    He hoped Winston was doing well.

    He really had never hated him.

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    A mysterious estate copsed into ruin. Beneath it, a bottomless pit.

    The news was everywhere. Every major media outlet covered it.

    Jean turned on the TV and saw the breaking report. Her face fell. She shut it off.

    The Ginger family had all been discharged from the hospital. Though they’d been through hell, none of them hadsting injuries. They recovered well.

    Stormwoven was finished. Their leader was gone. Sarah had vanished, rumored to be recovering in a psychiatric hospital.

    The Abyssal Choir had suffered losses too–but their core remained.

    And somehow, after all this, they were stronger.

    Jean opened the door and stepped outside, carrying a dessert Sienna had just made.

    Her brothers were lounging under the patio umbre, enjoying the breeze and fresh air.

    With the trees and flowers behind them, the scene looked like a painting.

    Jean thought–maybe this was the meaning of all her struggles.

    In her first life, she hadn’t saved anyone.

    She couldn’t even save herself.

    Her family had died. Her ssmates hated her. Her subordinates had all fallen because of her.

    She’d been consumed by revenge. She nearly destroyed the world.

    But this time, she chose a different path.

    She gained the love of her family. The admiration of her peers. Her followers lived.

    Maybe this was what The Genesis Root wanted to see.

    Outside, the sunlight was warm.

    Jean smiled softly and walked toward her brothers.