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The grim reaper opened his hand and showed them the Tartarus and the never-ending sufferings of trapped souls along with Soleira, the spirit that creates the never ending illusion of grief, betrayal and sufferings. Joshua is about to speak when it turns into a crow and flies again. They headed back to the party. None of them are making noise because their mind had clouded with the thing that the crow had told them. Julia glanced at Joshua, whose eyes are staring blankly on the spot of the game while watching the players of the toilet wrapping paper game.

As everyone stood in silence, the old man suddenly felt excruciating pain in his chest and then vomited blood in front of everyone. "Pufff! Damn bastard, this soul power...!" Due to Xiao Chen's powerful soul attack, the man in the middle realm of the gods fell to his knees. The power that Xiao Chen had accidentally unleashed was truly terrifying. Within that soul attack was a strong determination and killing intent. Even a god would not possibly have such a crazy soul level unless they had experienced extraordinary suffering, pain, and loss.

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

"But Xander... Xander taught me that the soul is the electricity." She let out a raw, unrefined note - the "Glitch Note." It wasn't a frequency Aris could calculate because it was born from pure, chaotic grief. The sound shattered the "Sterilization Field" and sent a feedback loop into Aris’s own Aetheric implants. Aris staggered back, his violet eyes flickering. For a moment, the mask of the clinical genius slipped, revealing the hollowed-out thrall beneath. "You're... you're destroying the balance!" he screamed.

“No. Just pieces. A woman. A pyre. Her name is always out of reach.” They stood there, frozen in something neither fully understood. Leo’s voice dropped. “Do you believe in past lives?” Cris looked up at the moon. “Not until tonight.” “Why tonight?” “Because I think I just met someone I’ve lost before.” Leo’s breath caught. He stepped closer. “I don’t even know your full name,” he whispered. “Cris Orven. And you?” “Leo Drazan.” Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The moonlight wrapped around them like an old song remembered.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

“What is your name?” “Jaxon,” he said as he slid his backpack to the floor. “Jaxon Reed.” His voice carried the easy rhythm of someone used to performing. “And are you grieving someone, Jaxon?” Dr. Chen asked. He leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, completely at ease. “I am grieving life,” he said. “Does that count?” Margaret made a sharp sound that might have been a scoff. “This is a support group,” she said. “We are here because we lost people we cared about.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

I don’t even have time to grieve, because something else appears on the screen and I frown when I see an adult Creed running through the forest. He’s a complete copy of Kai now - blonde hair, blue eyes, large as fuck build, and a menacing aura. But he’s naked as he sprints through the forest, old scars and tattoos covering his chest and arms. He comes to a stop abruptly and falls to his knees sobbing. “No…I refuse to believe this,” he murmurs, shaking his head and emitting a growl filled to the brim with pain. “You can’t be dying!”

Every strike he landed was weaker than the last, his strength fading rapidly. “Caelum, stop! You’re not strong enough!” Gaia cried, tears streaming down her face. He turned to her, his expression fierce but tender. “Stay out of this, Gaia,” he said hoarsely. “Whatever happens… you live. Promise me that.” Kieran laughed, his voice echoing with menace. “Such noble words for a dying man.” With a surge of dark energy, Kieran hurled Caelum across the room, slamming him into the stone wall. Blood poured from Caelum’s wounds, his breaths shallow, but he still stood, defiant to the end.