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Even in the dim light, I can see the torn fabric across his abdomen, soaked dark with blood. My heart drops. “Multiple wounds...” Charles says tightly. Only then do I notice the sticky warmth on my hands. I slowly look down. Blood. David’s blood. My fingers are coated in it. His trembling hand suddenly catches my sleeve. I lean closer. “Shaw...” he breathes. “Look into Shaw.” “What about Shaw?” I ask sharply. But David’s grip slips from my sleeve, and his eyes fall shut.

With Darian by her side, they could face whatever horrors awaited them in the heart of the Greywatch Spire. --- The journey to the heart of the Spire was fraught with danger. The deeper they ventured, the more the air thickened with a palpable malevolence. The walls seemed to close in, the corridors narrowing as they descended further into the bowels of the fortress. The Blood Pact Beasts grew more frequent, their twisted forms lurking in the shadows, their eyes glowing with dark magic. Asha moved with purpose, her eyes fixed ahead, her senses attuned to the energies around her. The Soulbone resonated within her, pushing her forward, urging her to complete what had been started long ago.

However, the fear still made my blood run cold. Soon, a red dot appeared on my body. I ran for my life, but no matter where I went, the red dot followed me, locked onto me like I was prey. Eventually, I couldn’t run anymore, so I stopped, gasping for breath. Just then, someone covered my mouth from behind. A sharp, suffocating smell filled my nose before everything went black. When I woke up again, I was lying on a dining table. My body was arranged with slices of ceviche, like some kind of grotesque work of art. From my fingers to my toes, they were all carefully plated.

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

My eyes widened when the lights went off and Lilian walked away without saying a word to respond. Dimmed lights suddenly appeared on the ground where people lay on the ground as if unconscious, or more specifically, coming back to their senses. My eyes searched them for my wife to find her sitting down, her hands rubbing her eyes as she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light around her. Richard sat up close beside her, the two of them looked one another in the eye, confusion draw over their expressions. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts. Paranoia. War. Visions of fire consuming the Vatican. And a single phrase etched repeatedly into the margins: “The ash will rise. The ash will rise.” Jasmina said softly, “They were waiting for you.” Amara slammed the book shut. “No. They were trying to stop me.” Scene Six – The Missing Page They searched the room, frantic. Jasmina found a scrap in the corner — torn from the missing page. On it: part of a sentence.

- End Of Chapter 2: Spilled & Mafia Women -

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

Chapter Thirteen – Ashes on the Road The road stretched endless beneath a bruised sky, dust curling into the air with each faltering step. Adrian’s boots ground against gravel and ash, dragging over ruins that had once been villages, homes, lives. Pain radiated from his ribs, the bullet graze still raw beneath the filthy bandages he had wrapped himself in. Every inhale flared like fire through his lungs.

Then, abruptly, the trees fell away. They stepped out onto a wide shelf of black stone at the base of the spire. Up close it was even larger than it had seemed from the ridge — a jagged tower erupting from the earth, its surface veined with glowing sigils that writhed slowly like living script. The silver-veined forest ended at its edge as if cut with a knife. Ava’s breath caught. “This is it.” The token flared against her ribs, a steady burn that was almost pain. The whisper filled her head, clearer than ever: Daughter of ash. Come.