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Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

Ivan was silent for a moment before he sighed and said, "Leo's dead." Gripping her phone, Seraphine had a vacant look in her eyes. "So he's really… dead?" Ivan confirmed her suspicions. Then, he said, "We can't bring back the dead. Don't feel too bad about it, Seraphine." "You're worried for nothing. I'm not feeling bad about it at all." Seraphine seemed intent on proving something. She clenched her fists so tightly that she began to bleed, but still, she spoke mercilessly. "I'm glad he's dead. He had it coming. He deserved it!"

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

"Josiah isn't dead." Immediately afterward, Claud Erikson sent a video. I tapped on it. In the clip, Josiah and Monica were drinking a cross-cupped toast, their eyes so glued together it was almost obscene. My breath hitched. My fingers started trembling, and even my voice sounded unsteady when I spoke. "I know he's alive." On the other end, Claud seemed surprised before he let out a low laugh. "So why are you hosting his funeral?" "Everyone keeps telling me he's dead. Since I trust them, it only makes sense that I host a funeral for him."

The others stumbled backward, legs weak. Art jumped down, hands in his pockets, his eyes dark and deadly. “If you miss him that much... I can help you join him.” They all shook their heads furiously, begging for mercy. They weren’t even a proper gang—not worth his strength. Besides, Hilda hated the smell of blood, and she didn’t like seeing it. Art hated when she had to go home to shower it off. “Tell your bosses—if they ever try to touch Hilda Alegre again, they better have three or four extra lives to waste. Because if I find them... one life won’t be enough to show them just how generous I can be.”

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"

And I can see her face flushed with pride. "Three more stages to go, then we can select our winner." I heard Ryan's voice, which bloomed throughout the entire stage. Rey Reed and his girlfriend have now entered the stage to face the 10 deadly squads. Let's see what he can offer. " He said, followed by a loud buzzing sound. "Don't leave this place," I told Kira, making sure that our gazes met each other. No matter what happens, don't leave this viewpoint. And I promised you that we were going to leverage this place together. "

He had been trying to reach out to him for more than a few hours. “What are you looking for me for? If there's anything, you guys can just go to consult Master Gray. He can represent me!” The owner of Eden Joy reprimanded them in an unpleasant tone. Guardian Trade and Guardian Cornelius exchanged a glance, and then Guardian Trade said in a trembling voice, “M-Master Gray… is dead…” After a short while of silence, the owner of Eden Joy snarled, “What did you say!? Adalon is dead!? Guardian Trade, are you certain you know what you’re talking about?”

Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Disgusting, I have blood on my shoes now." she motioned for one of the Officers to take the body away. Seconds later, she turned to the camera, and gave them a bright smile. "Does anyone believe they deserve a second chance?" Celia's POV Never did Celia think she would see the day where the Higher Ups were getting murdered on camera. Live.

"You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell." When he heard this, John began to laugh. "Did I say something funny?" I was angry that he was taking everything as a joke. Even the murder of a human. "Actually yes." he continued to laugh. "I didn't come to kill you. I'm coming to walk you around the mansion. As for Richard, he went to ride his favorite horse, Spirit. When he gets home, he does this first." Poor animal, had a terrible owner. "Oh, that means I should feel lucky." I replied irritably.