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He urged, the pensive frown on his face only made it darker. “Oh my fucking goodness.” I muttered, rubbing my temples, trying to ignore the helpless rage threatening to swallow me whole. What exactly was I doing here demanding to be part of Daniel’s life when all I wanted was to get revenge for Ethan’s betrayal? Apparently the entire plan has gone to shit, trapped this spiraling storm of emotions.

Humanity trembled under the emotional assault. The observers panicked immediately. “This is the Collapse Rage.” “Containment impossible after separation phase.” The ancient entity beneath the foundation sounded devastated. “This was the part they feared most.” My throat tightened painfully. Because readers understood this kind of transformation too. The moment heartbreak hardens into emotional destruction. When pain stops asking to be healed And starts wanting revenge instead. The rage-consciousness surged violently through the layers. A thousand screaming voices wrapped into one. “If connection creates suffering… then destroy connection.”

ZAYN I got closer, only to be met with a douchebag trying to force himself on a girl. I instantly saw red as she pleaded for him to let her go, a slight tremble in her voice but he didn't budge. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” I rushed to him, throwing a punch right at his face to get him off her. He fell to the ground like a spineless piece of shit. I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose.

he cried. Raven held him close, tears streaking her cheeks, whispering, “Always.” Ragnar dropped to one knee beside them, his hand on Raven’s back, lightning crackling softly around them. “It’s not over,” Ragnar said quietly, looking at the crater where The Wraith had fallen. Raven lifted her head, amber eyes steady. “No,” she agreed, her hand tightening on her blade. “It’s not.” Across the battlefield, The Wraith rose from the snow, shadows swirling around him, his silver eyes burning with rage.

Chapter 30: The Closing Gate The hell-beast fell with a sound like mountains breaking. Raven’s final command—*End it*—had woven through every thrall on the field. The risen fiends, the reanimated knights, the war-hounds that had once torn Valrosian throats—all turned as one. They swarmed the towering horror in a tide of violet light and black smoke. Claws met bone armor. Blades sank into molten veins. The beast roared once more, a sound that cracked stone and made the rift itself flicker—then it collapsed, knees buckling, wings folding like shattered sails. The last of its summoned spawn died with it.

Ash tried to scream, to throw his sword, but he was too slow. Rhea didn't flinch. She didn't even raise her hands. She simply opened her mouth. The sound that came out wasn't a scream. It wasn't a howl. It was a roar that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, a sound so loud and so alien that it caused the obsidian trees to shatter into dust. It was the roar of a world being unmade. It was the sound of the Ruin.

Him—dripping in blood, swordless but smirking like a wolf. We were a painting of wrath. A duet of ruin.

The kind of rage you pray with. “So we teach them what gone really feels like,” Draven said. His voice lacked any emotion. No anger. Just acceptance. Like it was already done. Like it was inevitable. Storm had rolled in, painting the sky outside a pewter hue. Flakes of snow danced against broken glass, swirling with white, winter coming late in the season. But in this fractured ruin of structure tucked away between Draven and me and the crumbling world outside, winter never came. Would never come. Fire was forever.

My eyes widened in panic, and I stared down at the broken tray, too concerned to even look at the person I had collided with. Weird, I know. But the second rule given to me was to never break anything, and now that I have, I didn’t need anyone to inform me that I have lost my job. With a very devastated heart, I crouched down gently, ready to pick the broken glasses, but a hand shot forward, grabbing my wrist before I could touch the fragmented pieces. “Don’t, Noria. They are going to hurt you.” The familiar voice echoed in my ear, and when my breath hitched, only then did I take in the cologne.