"Please," Jamie begged, all his pride stripped away.

"Please, you've made your point. You've shown us what you are. Just... just let Grace go. Kill me if you want, but let her go."

Jorghan walked toward the ship, his movements calm and unhurried despite the destruction surrounding him.

[Mana-devouring attribute active]

[Negative Energy Inbound]

[Large amounts of Negative Energy detected]

He paused at the hatch, looking back at Jamie and Lukas.

"I don't care if you feel sorry or sad," he said, his voice carrying clearly across the blood-soaked garden.

"What you've done can't be undone. My death, my stolen life, the eighteen years I lost—none of that can be returned. So I'm taking something from you instead."

"Why, Grace?" Jamie's voice broke.

"Why take her? Why not just kill us all and be done with it?"

"Because death would be mercy," Jorghan replied simply.

"And you don't deserve mercy. You deserve to live with the consequences of your choices. You deserve to feel the helplessness, the desperation, and the absolute inability to protect someone you love. You deserve to know what I felt when my mother poisoned me."

He entered the ship but paused at the hatch, delivering his final words with cold precision.

To Jemir and his son.

"And if you want your wife and mother back, come to my world, you fucking bastards. Build an army, or beg the government for help—I don't care. But if you want her back, you'll have to come get her. Maybe then you'll understand what it means to have everything you love ripped away."

The hatch sealed with a pneumatic hiss.

Inside the ship, ARIA's voice was calm despite the chaos. "That was... quite the display. Biometric readings indicate you utilized abilities beyond standard supernatural parameters. Should I be concerned?"

"Just get us out of here," Jorghan said, settling into the pilot's seat. His hands were shaking slightly, adrenaline and bloodline activation combining into a potent cocktail that made his skin feel too tight.

Sarhita sat beside him, her expression complex—fear, concern, and something that might have been awe mixing in her liquid gold eyes. "Jorghan, what did you do? Who was that woman? What happened in there?"

"Later," he said, his voice rough.

"I'll explain everything later. Right now, we need to leave before they send something worse than that IPF or whatever."

The ship's engines hummed to life, vertical thrusters engaging to lift them smoothly off the ground.

Through the canopy, Jorghan could see Jamie crawling toward Lukas, trying to free his son from the blood-needle pinning him down.

"Hyperswift mode in sixty seconds," ARIA announced.

"Coordinates locked to original departure point. I should mention that what you just did will likely trigger planetary incident protocols. Earth's governments are going to be very interested in you."

"Let them be interested," Jorghan said.

"They can't reach me where I'm going."

The ship rose higher, clearing the mansion's roofline.

Below, emergency vehicles were arriving—fire trucks, ambulances, and more military units. The entire property was a disaster zone, with smoke rising from a dozen fires, bodies scattered everywhere, and the east wing of the mansion collapsed from aircraft impact.

"in ten... nine... eight..."

Scarlett, strapped into a jump seat behind them, spoke for the first time since boarding. "You are going to kill my father, aren't you? That's why you took Grace—as bait to draw him out, to finish what you started."

"I took Grace because she deserves to face consequences she can't escape through guilt and tears," Jorghan replied.

"What happens to your father depends on what he chooses to do next."

"Five... four... three..."

Sarhita reached over and gripped Jorghan's hand, her touch grounding him, reminding him that he was more than just rage and blood magic. "We're going to talk about all of this when we get back. Everything. No more secrets."

"Two... One... Hyperswift mode initiated."

The last thing Jorghan saw through the canopy was Jamie holding his injured son, looking up at the departing vessel with an expression of absolute devastation.

Then Earth disappeared, replaced by the kaleidoscopic chaos of transit.

In the cargo hold, Grace pounded on the sealed hatch, screaming to be let out, her voice muffled and desperate.

And Jorghan sat in the pilot's seat, his hands still covered in blood—some of it real, some of it manifested from his abilities.

The blood-red dot in his consciousness pulsed steadily, offering no judgment, no approval, or condemnation.

Just data, just observation, just the cold recording of another step taken on a path of berserker.

[Bloodveil Dominion: Deactivating]

[Bloodborne Rage: 32%—decreasing as threat level diminishes]

[Emotional State: Volatile but controlled]

Behind them, on earth, Jamie Moore made a decision. He would find a way to him. He would come for his wife. He would bring resources, allies, whatever was necessary.

And Jorghan had just given him a reason strong enough to move mountains.

-

"Perhaps I'm just as wicked as my father," Jorghan muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with resentment.

Grace was silent as Scarlett led her away—her pale hands trembling slightly, her eyes searching his one last time before the door shut between them.

The echo of that closing door lingered like a verdict.

They have directly to the clan after landing.

Moments later, Sarhita appeared, her crimson skin glimmering faintly under the lantern light.

"What happened, Jorghan?" she asked softly, her deep voice edged with worry.

He said nothing at first, only motioned for her to follow.

They ascended the way to the high rocky terrain—a place they spent the last few days, overlooking the river. The wind howled through the stone arches, cold and cleansing.

There, beneath the vast starlit dome of the heavens, Jorghan finally spoke.

He told her everything.

Of his death.

Of the reincarnation.

Of how the memories of another life now burned in his mind like fragments of an old, half-forgotten dream. He told her about Grace and how she killed him.

And Scarlett was his cousin.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

"So you were reincarnated," she said finally.

"Killed by your mother and uncle, and reborn here with your memories intact. That's... that's not something even our oldest stories account for. Reincarnation exists in our philosophies, but not like this. Not with such clear continuity of consciousness."

The wind tugged at her silver hair, and her eyes shimmered faintly with sorrow.

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