This was by no means the first instance Lyndsey had personally engineered such an execution; her movements remained unhurried and precise, her heart entirely devoid of any baseline panic.

Chloe directed a gaze dripping with pure fury toward her form: "That man Matthew was nothing more than a common street thug; whatever purpose motivated your faction to expend such immense strategic energy to harvest his life?! Do you genuinely believe the universe will permit your atrocities to remain permanently shrouded in absolute obscurity?!"

Lyndsey creased her brows, reflecting on the historical interaction before offering an effortless response: "Matthew Vance? If blame must be assigned, it rests entirely on his vulgar ambition to lay his filthy hands upon my person. In the historical era when my existence was devoid of material wealth and structural authority, I was forced to accommodate his systematic harassment. At this current juncture, does a piece of human garbage of his stature genuinely possess the eligibility to breathe the same air?"

Chapter 34: The Annihilation of Starlight

Whoosh— The darkness of the night gradually intensified, the incoming tide triggering a series of increasingly violent, roaring waves that slammed heavily against the base of the cliff.

Lyndsey checked the display of her wristwatch; while the distant city skyline was brilliantly illuminated by a magnificent galaxy of urban lights, the immediate perimeter before her eyes was saturated by an absolute, devouring darkness.

"Exercise patience. The moment the water levels advance a fraction further, I shall personally escort your form down into the depths."

Chloe possessed absolute clarity regarding the reality that if her physical frame were cast down into the turbulent depths of this deep sea under the current tide, short of a literal miracle, the mathematical probability of survival was absolute zero.

The continuous waves of the coastal wind howled past, freezing her physical structure into a state of absolute rigidity; whatever chemical agent Lyndsey had introduced into her system, her neural pathways remained entirely incapable of registering even the sensation of the bitter cold.

A series of delicate snowflakes began to flutter down from the pitch-black canopy above, landing against her eyelashes with a faint, freezing touch.

"My brother always harbored an immense fondness for the snowfall," Chloe murmured softly toward the sky after a prolonged silence.

The wind rapidly fractured her quiet syllables, scattering them into the void; the nighttime ocean was a paradox of absolute, desolate silence and roaring, chaotic violence.

Standing adjacent to her form, Lyndsey directed a freezing side-glance toward her frame: "Confronted with an imminent demise, your consciousness still retains the capacity to drift into such useless sentimentality."

Chloe merely continued to gaze blankly into the vast sky, suddenly articulating an inquiry: "Lyndsey, do you genuinely operate under the delusion that your faction has achieved absolute victory on this day?"

Lyndsey's brows creased instantly, her gaze darkening into a severe register: "Whatever is the underlying meaning of your syllables?"

Though her physical frame was thoroughly incapacitated by the chemical weakness, Chloe managed to exert a fraction of neural control to shift her neck, the corners of her lips curling into a deeply mocking smile: "To deliver the absolute truth to your knowledge, the moment I finalized the decision to step out of my residence to meet your form on this day, my consciousness had absolutely no intention of returning alive."

A severe, ominous premonition instantaneously surged through Lyndsey's heart: "Whatever maneuvers did you execute?!"

A solitary snowflake settled gently against the bridge of Chloe's nose, delivering a soft, freezing sensation to her skin.

Her vocal delivery remained exceptionally light, each word dropping with the weight of an absolute mountain: "Nothing extraordinary. I merely articulated a vow to force your existence to pay for his blood in full measure."

Lyndsey forced a deeply sinister smile across her features, attempting to reclaim her psychological dominance: "Prior to escorting your form to this desolate parameter, I personally discarded your smartphone into the void. Do you genuinely operate under the delusion that you managed to secure some form of structural leverage against my identity?! Do you honestly believe I would afford your existence a single opportunity to preserve verified data?! A complete delusion!"

"He will have finalized every necessary deployment," Chloe articulated in a tone saturated with absolute, unshakeable certainty. She commanded an absolute faith in Julian's strategic arrangements; since he had delivered a solemn vow to her person, he would look after every single operational parameter without fail.

Lyndsey possessed absolutely no knowledge regarding the identity of the individual Chloe was referencing, yet the mysterious variable caused an uncontrollable wave of panic to accelerate within her chest.

She could afford to delay no further; any prolonged hesitation would inevitably yield catastrophic shifts in the operational landscape!

She cast a lethal glance toward the pounding surf down below, her gaze turning thoroughly ruthless as she extended her arms to violently thrust Chloe's form off the edge of the cliff.

Her body instantly stripped of any center of gravity, Chloe tumbled backward into the void completely out of control.

Before her failing vision was a vast, pitch-black sky completely devoid of a single star, dense clusters of ominous storm clouds drifting across the expanse.

She could hear the violent wind whistling past her ears, while directly beneath her back was the infinite, freezing abyss of the black ocean.

From an immense distance away, a series of rapid, rhythmic police sirens began to echo across the atmosphere, rapidly closing the distance to the perimeter, causing a slow, serene smile to grace the corners of her lips.

She had possessed absolute clarity from the inception that any commitment delivered by Julian would be executed to absolute perfection.

If the termination of her own life constituted the necessary catalyst to permanently lock Lyndsey behind prison bars, then the transaction was entirely worth the price!

"Chloe—!" A fractured, agonizing scream erupted from the apex of the coastal cliff.

Through the haze of her fading consciousness, Chloe appeared to possess the capacity to identify the vocal register—it was the voice of Eric Vance.

Amidst the desolate, freezing night, her eyes could faintly discern a tall, slender silhouette standing frozen at the edge of the precipice, his physical frame projecting the exact aura he possessed during the historical era of their very first encounter.

Though the distant city lights were exceptionally brilliant, the exact fraction of a second his presence materialized, it always appeared as though the collective starlight of the universe converged exclusively upon his form.

Regrettably, on this night, the starlight had achieved absolute annihilation, leaving nothing but an expanse of pure darkness before her eyes.

As the snowflakes brushed past her face, an illusion materialized within her mind, permitting her to see her brother standing in the distance, waving his hand toward her form.

Amidst the endless white snow, Zack had meticulously constructed a flawless snowman, extending his hand toward her direction: Sister, let's head home.

"Zack, your sister is here. I am coming to accompany your soul." Her final whisper dissolved into the howling wind like vanishing smoke.

Splash—

Her physical frame plunged violently into the ocean, triggering a massive explosion of white surf that vanished into the turbulent sea a mere fraction of a second later.

The ocean water was piercingly cold. Even if her neurological system was temporarily blocked from registering the acute sensation of physical pain, a profound, all-encompassing chill wrapped around her entire frame, sealing her consciousness.

Through the heavy liquid barriers, Chloe could faintly intercept a final shout echoing from the shoreline: "Julian!"

Splash—

An alternative structural mass impacted the water, and the entire world plunged into an absolute, infinite silence. She could no longer hear, and she could no longer see.

Chapter 35: Guilt

The world before her eyes was entirely hollow and desolate—devoid of any human presence, stripped of any light, saturated exclusively by layers of dense, impenetrable white mist.

Chloe forged ahead through the void, completely devoid of any destination, navigating a path with absolutely no return.

"Sister!"

Through the vast expanse of nothingness, a voice called out to her.

Chloe turned her frame with violent urgency, shouting her response into the void: "Zack!"

Emerging from the depths of the white mist, a physical silhouette materialized. Zack remained frozen in the exact image of his youth, a gentle smile tracing his brows as he walked toward her form, radiating a light as brilliant as the morning sun.

"Sister, you have endured entirely too much suffering. My soul harbors absolutely no sense of grievance; you have successfully secured absolute vengeance on my behalf." The youth gently clasped her hand, his expression saturated with pure sincerity. "Brother Julian has returned. I had previously operated under the assumption that his presence would never return to this city. Sister, he is an exceptionally good man; only with his presence anchored by your side can your existence be properly looked after."

Chloe's hands trembled violently, an uncontrollable torrent of tears cascading down her face: "Zack, your sister misses your presence terribly."