The ending of 'Legacy' is one of those bittersweet moments that lingers in your mind long after you finish reading. The protagonist, after years of battling inner demons and external conflicts, finally confronts the source of their family's curse. It’s a raw, emotional climax where they have to choose between revenge and breaking the cycle. The symbolism of the crumbling ancestral home in the background as they make their decision is just chef’s kiss. The author leaves some threads untied—like the fate of the younger sibling who ran away—but it feels intentional, like life doesn’t wrap up neatly. I love how the last line echoes the opening chapter, full circle but with a quieter hope.
What really got me was the epilogue. Jumping ahead 10 years, you see the protagonist planting a tree where the house once stood, and this tiny detail—a locket buried in the soil—hints at forgiveness. It’s not a flashy ending, but it’s the kind that makes you close the book and stare at the ceiling for a while. Makes me wish more stories trusted their readers to sit with ambiguity like that.