Epilogue

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Beach Island Mid Autumn

Mornings were dim and cold. A single golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air as it let itself be carried down. So delicate.

A figure trotted through skeletal trees, went up to the hill. There had been a new grave upon it. The emptiness of heartfelt loss echoed with painful grief. She flickering the ring that was tied on the necklace...

"Why you leave us,... leave me..."

She looks at the tombstone before her.

Here lies

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"I did your dirty job. Now where is she huh Emerald??!, where is Padparadscha" – Lars confronted with the mystery lady.

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"Are you okay?" - "Huh, urm, I'm fine, fine, don't worry"

She stated her status but still concern about the cut on her arm...

"What the heck happen to me when I'm at that mirror..."

She held her hand up to examine, from the cut, the corruption is spreading real fast. – "Argh.."

"Jasper??..."

"No, get back from me Steven!!"

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"Connie is here!"

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Which one do you choose, Light or Darkness?

I'm not gone yet

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