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"I know who murdered my sister. It's Seariel. And I want him to rot behind bars like Levi. Rishel, help me." My eyes narrowed at what I heard. I'm not too surprised because I know stars are really sinful. I was so blinded by their brilliance that I didn't see the dark secret they were keeping. They sinned. But who am I to condemn? I have a fair share of sin as well. It's like having sex outside of marriage and idolizing the stars. It's just sad and the majority has made sin a trend. That's why many believe that it's okay to commit mistakes when in fact it's not.

I smiled, assuming it would be just as funny to me. "I'm realizing that your parents were last-dayers," she laughed. "Last-dayers?" The steam on the mirror and glass surfaces was thinning as the water became colder but our bodies kept the other warm. "Wolves who store up things and burrow holes in the ground to stay in when the world explodes." I chuckled. "The world explodes? Is that how the world will end in Sun Wolf world?" I laughed. "Well, we were told that the stars will fall out of the sky and everything will explode. Makes the whole hoarding and hole digging useless doesn't it?"

And its dreams… they leak. A star is born in a far-flung nebula. A burst of light, of potential. For a picosecond, it shines. Then… it knows. It experiences the crushing weight of its own heat death, billions of years from now, all at once. The vast, empty cold. The silence. Its fiery heart doesn’t just go out; it remembers its own extinction at the moment of its birth. It collapses into a cinder of despair before it can even live.

That idea somehow felt worse. The End wasn't motivated by hatred. Or revenge. Or conquest. It genuinely believed it was helping. The memory shifted again. Showing stars dying. Worlds collapsing. Civilizations fading naturally. Time claiming everything. Orion gestured toward the vision. "The End witnessed the first death." The stars dimmed. "It witnessed the second." Another dimming. "The thousandth." The vision grew darker. "The millionth." Silence. The forgotten Sovereign looked toward them. "Eventually it decided death was unacceptable."

The crimson glow of the Dying Star system pulsed on the viewport, a stark contrast to the familiar blue expanse of explored space. Decades etched lines on Kairos' once youthful face, and Anya's silver hair shimmered like a fallen star. Yet, their determination remained unwavering as their vessel pierced the system's necrotic atmosphere. The distress call originated from a single, desolate planet – Aethel, once a thriving metropolis, now a wasteland shrouded in perpetual twilight. The echoes spoke of a civilization clinging to their last vestiges of energy, their dependence on a mysterious source finally reaching its breaking point.

Kie inquired. “That is something we don’t quite understand either,” Clary said in response. “When he died, after a few seconds, his body started to burn off almost as if it was caught on fire when in reality it was not. It burned until it changed to thin dust particles that soon were too small for our eyes to see.” “Oh, wow,” Kie did not know a much better reply. “Yep,” Aiden said, popping the p. “And oh, Sarah and Clary want us to go to the pack and announced that Star is dead.”

"That's not enough time. Mia's power isn't back, it only flickered and now its dormant. We're not ready." "Then you'll have to be unready." Dracula pulled up a new image, showing the path to the core. "The system is collapsing from the outside in. The outer worlds are failing first. But the core is stable. Protected. If you're going to act, you need to move before the path itself disappears." "What about the other deadies?" I asked. "The ones in worlds that are about to collapse. Can we warn them? Help them evacuate?" "Evacuate to where?" Dracula asked. "Every world is failing. Some faster than others, but all of them are doomed. There is no safe harbor. The only escape is reincarnation, and

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

Chapter Eighty-Seven The Black Stars The first black star moved across the sky. Then another and aanother. Within minutes, thousands of them appeared beyond the restored Star Realm. They weren't falling. They were approaching. The golden light that had begun healing the dying world started flickering. Ariana stared upward. "What are those?" The First Star's voice echoed around her. "They are the reason I was killed." The Star King slowly rose from his knees. His golden eyes were fixed on the approaching darkness.

The universe was dying. Not slowly. Not gently. It was collapsing as though reality itself had suddenly remembered that it was never supposed to exist. Stars shattered without sound. Galaxies folded inward. Time froze in some places while racing forward in others. Entire worlds flickered between existence and nothingness, appearing for a heartbeat before vanishing again. Lyra stood at the center of it all, holding Aiden tightly against her chest. Kael stood beside her. His body was battered from the battle with the King of the Dead, but his eyes were clear.