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Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

I urged, my voice resolute, practically challenging him to doubt again. One of his men opened his mouth to gripe, ready to complain, but then we caught it—a small monkey perched high on a bent branch, its tiny paw clutching a bloom that gave off a strange, ethereal shine. Petals in deep silver hues, the core throbbing with a gentle, supernatural radiance, like it had a pulse. “Holy shit, that’s the Silverbloom,” I whispered, transfixed, wonder coursing through me, my chest clenching with relief, the burden of the quest finally lifting, even as Lucy’s smirks and Liam’s strokes lingered in my mind.

Did he truly not notice her or was he simply blind to everything else because he was so focused on Freya? She pulled her hand back and shut her tired eyes. Having just woken up and still exhausted, she did not have the strength to uncover the truth at the moment. Lucas hesitated to speak upon sensing her silence. After a moment, he started, "Freya hasn't fully recovered yet, and Liam just got out of surgery. I…" Cassiopeia had been with him long enough to understand what he was trying to say without him having to complete his sentence. How ridiculous. Although he was physically here, his mind was somewhere else with Freya and Liam.

It was raining, just as Yuki breathed her last. There, Fūma was broken; he was destroyed. He just kept on hugging the girl he loved. He continued like that until dawn came, and the rain began to subside. He then stood up, lifting the fragile body in his arms, and turned towards the cherry tree and the sunrise light before walking away, carrying his beloved. No one knows what was on his mind when he gazed at the tree. No one knows for sure... where the man stepped and carried the body of his lover. Nobody really saw the man again. But we all know he was alive. He still lives up to now among all of us. That was where he was.

"Let's... Meet... ... ... Again..." In the darkness, she barely felt the familiar warm sensation on her lips. It was as if Naoko's death was the dramatic end to the chaos. The Sleeping Trees retreated. As a group, they easily subdued the Crawling Hills. Everybody stared at the sorry sight before them. The fine hairs from the moss gradually swallowed the Sleeping Tree that collapsed in the Spirit Tree's territory, along with Naoko's and Tadashi's bodies. The hairs then grew thicker and thicker until it looked like vines. Finally, a single light pink flower bloomed where Naoko's and Tadashi's bodies were at. A light pink flower that no one recognised.

“Ariaaa....!” Clara grabbed his arm before he reached me. “Wait...... look ” Because something was happening. Moonfire poured from my skin not flaring, not exploding, but unfolding. Like wings I didn’t know I had were stretching from my spine. My vision split for a moment into two layers the room in front of me, and some impossible silver horizon beyond it. Ares tried to reach me anyway. “Aria, breathe talk to me ” “I can’t ”

Luna's POV “You look perfect, Luna,” one of the maids said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I didn't see the need for the celebration, but it was right. Alara was slightly happy inside me. I could feel her excitement all over me. I plastered a small smile as I looked at the maid. “Thank you,” I whispered, taking in the sight of myself in the mirror. All day, they had been fussing around me with reckless abandon, trying to make me look the best. It was still weird seeing me in blonde hair that looked perfect on my new face.

“No. Bigger. The Return doesn’t want us dead. It wants us unwritten. It wants to bloom in soil that’s never known pain.” “And we’re… what? In the way?” Mira’s voice was soft. “We’re the ink. And it wants blank parchment.” 5. The Second Visit to The Bloom I crossed the Grove border alone again. The path to Elin’s settlement was shorter now not because the land had changed, but because more of it belonged to them than us. The Bloom had grown. Not in size in silence. I passed clusters of former Spiral bearers sitting in perfect stillness, hands over their hearts, faces lifted to the cloud-thick sky. Some wept. Some smiled. None spoke.