로그인Freya had become a small yellow dragon. She floated to the bedroom door and hovered in front of it, trying to figure out how to open it.The door swung open on its own. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she nearly fell out of the air. "How is any of this real?"She steadied herself and tried to think.She remembered everything: the concert, the fans turning on her, and security escorting her out of the venue and back to the Chamberlain villa.She had genuinely wanted to die that day. After all, a celebrity like her had been publicly exposed and humiliated.She still remembered the curses people had shouted from the crowd. She had looked at her life and decided it was no longer worth living. She had tried to end it, but her sisters had stopped her.Exhaustion had overtaken her soon afterward. She had passed out and later awakened in a hospital."How could I have been that stupid? How could I even think about something like that?"She reached up to smack herself on the hea
Jason told himself he had it good. He lived in the Chamberlain villa and had access to everything inside it. But if he was honest with himself, none of it truly belonged to him.The villa was not his. The authority within it was not his. The thing wearing Amara's face made every decision.It kept him confined to the villa. It claimed that going outside would ruin the plan.It kept him away from the sisters. It claimed that contact would disrupt the pattern.Jason still did not know exactly what the thing intended, but over the past few days, he had begun to see the outline of its purpose.Whatever it was, its focus was the Chamberlain sisters, just as Oscar's was.They approached them from different directions, yet both worked toward the same outcome: making life in Silverton unbearable for every one of the sisters and driving them toward despair, one setback at a time.There had been moments when Jason wanted to warn them. They had all lived together once, even if only for a sh
At the Chamberlain villa, Amara studied something on her phone. A faint, unsurprised smile crossed her face. "So Oscar has finally been checked into a hospital.""What does it matter if he goes to the hospital?" Jason asked. His voice carried its usual unease around her, but this time genuine confusion lay beneath it. "He has connections. He's friends with Dr. Hoffman. Whatever this is, it's probably nothing.""Ha." Amara lit a cigarette. "Some things are beyond your understanding."She exhaled a stream of smoke. "How's the girl I brought?""Everything's ready." Jason led her down the hall and into one of the guest rooms.The first thing they saw was the bed. Freya lay on it with her limbs bound to the frame by thick ropes. Dense markings covered her body, twisting across her skin like crawling symbols.The walls surrounding her were covered as well, every surface filled with tight, overlapping lines.If Jason had looked more closely, he might have realized the markings were not
Celeste's expression turned cold.She explained it this way. The human body consumed food, then eventually expelled what it couldn't use. The Observer's consciousness had inhabited the chimera for an immeasurable span of time, accumulating experiences, memories, and the slow sediment of countless ages. All of it had to end up somewhere.Every successor chosen by the Kylin Sanctum was ultimately nothing more than a vessel—a container for the first Observer's discarded thoughts and the residue of centuries.When the Observer returned and reclaimed the chimera, Lucius would be left holding everything that had been cast off.There was only one possible outcome for him: death.The reason Lucius seemed so unguarded, almost childlike, was simple. He had spent his entire life within the walls of the Kylin Sanctum, raised in isolation without any real contact with the outside world.They were chosen at a young age, and they knew their destiny from the very beginning. But as some of them g
Celeste watched Lucius disappear down the corridor, a faint curl of contempt tugging at the corner of her mouth. "That's a long story."Then she turned. "Why are you two still here?"Giana and Hilda had nothing to say. Without Lucius standing behind them, they had no ground left to stand on."I'll say this once. Leave Silverton while you still can. As long as I'm in this city, I'll make sure your lives here are miserable," Rebecca said.Hilda started to speak, but Rebecca took a step forward, and the words died in her throat. "Save it. Everything that's happened to you is something your family brought on itself. As long as my brother is alive, I don't want to see or hear from any of you in Silverton. Not one of you."Giana wanted to snap back. Who did this girl think she was?She was nothing more than a sister Oscar had taken in. Did she really believe that bond ran deeper than the years the Chamberlain family had spent with him? But deep down, Giana knew there was no arguing wit
"May I ask what brings Mr. Vaughn of the Kylin Sanctum all the way here? Causing a scene in the Northern Regions isn't exactly your organization's style," Celeste remarked.Before Lucius could answer, Hilda stepped forward. "Where's Oscar? Tell him to come out and face us. Does he think he can do something like this without answering for it? Our family raised him for years, and this is how he repays us? Traps and tricks? Is that what Oscar has been reduced to?"Lucius smiled faintly. "This has nothing to do with the Kylin Sanctum. I simply witnessed something that wasn't right."He briefly explained what had happened.Celeste listened without interrupting. When he finished, she remained silent for a moment.This did seem like Draconia's doing, nut would Oscar really resort to something like this?No. Even his move against the Chamberlains had come only after Caleb had pushed him to the brink. He would never target the sisters on his own initiative.Rebecca's expression turned ic
The park Oscar had in mind sat beside an old residential block. The moment Rebecca stepped in, she understood why he said the Chamberlains would never go there.The buildings were worn down. The layout made no sense. The paths were cracked and uneven.Only a handful of people lingered nearby. Elde
The moment Amara stepped out of the venue, she exuded a chilly aura. "Find out who put Rebecca Miller in that chair. Use whatever means necessary."Did anyone truly think she was calm? She had been slapped in front of that many people. She had endured it for the sake of the family. That was the onl
Rebecca arrived at school intending to sit through class and study. She had not expected Oscar to send her in like this.The moment she stepped through the gates, the scene resembled a celebrity arrival on campus. Bodyguards cleared a path ahead while a makeup artist followed behind, touching up he
Amara let out a cold laugh. "What to do? The only reason we ever invested in that school was because of Elara."Frankly, the principal of Silverton High is a dog we put there to guard the gate. If a dog cannot even do that, what use is he to me?"Jason understood. "Got it."Amara gave a small nod







