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Facing the camera, I spoke calmly, “No one loves me anymore, and I don’t have the courage to go on living. Fine. You can all just think of me as weak, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure to record everything. Even if I die, I won’t let them get away with it.” In the video, I crouched by the shore of Exile Island, holding a sharpened piece of bamboo. Again and again, I struck it against a rock. My hands soon became a bloody mess, but I felt nothing. It was as if I had gone completely numb. Someone in the audience cried out, “What is Jacob doing, sharpening bamboo like that? He’s not thinking of ending it, is he?” “After everything he’s been through, it wouldn’t be surprising…”

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

We arrived at the designated meeting point, an abandoned warehouse similar to countless other locations we'd used for sensitive negotiations throughout this entire impossible campaign, and I found Ember waiting alone, her expression carrying visible exhaustion and something that looked almost like fear. She was younger than I expected, probably close to my own age, with fire-red hair that seemed to shimmer slightly even in the dim lighting, marking her clearly as Ashenheart despite the casual clothing she wore instead of anything that suggested ancient family formality. "Thank you for coming." Her voice carried genuine relief when she saw us approaching. "I wasn't certain you'd trust another

Then I looked at our daughter, who opened her eyes and didn't cry and looked at me like she already knew what I was. From the ashes and the fire, something beautiful was born. "Ember," I say. Jolie's breath catches. She knows immediately—I can see her take the shape of it, hold it up to the light, understand everything in it. The element of transformation: coal that becomes fire that becomes something that outlasts both. The thing that stays lit after everything else has burned. The beginning that looks like an end until it doesn't. "Ember Ash Kane," she whispers.

He eagerly read through the script that caught his eye. "Mr Ace," Jim replied through gritted teeth, trying to let the young man know who was behind the scripts. But Brewster didn't seem to hear his words as he focused on reading through the script. *SAVAGE* It was a toxic short movie where he would be acting as the second male lead. A straight movie, to be precise. Brewster's love interest in the drama was the female lead who sacrificed everything for the male lead only to be betrayed repeatedly. The character Brewster played in the movie was a young star like himself who had everything in life except for the love of the female lead who refused to look his way. However, they later ended up

My chest burned. Milo. My baby. My joy. My shadow. Gone. I closed my eyes. And wished the sea had taken me, too. But it didn’t. And that meant something. It meant I was still here. Which meant Ethan and Sienna hadn’t finished the job. Which meant I still had something they didn’t expect me to have. Time. And vengeance. Because ashes don’t bleed. But they remember how to burn.

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.