The rain over the cemetery grew heavier and heavier, icy droplets striking my face without mercy.

From beginning to end, I never cried.

I felt no rage.No triumph.No satisfaction from revenge.

Only a dead, exhausted calmness.

After years of studying medicine, I had always held firmly to a healer’s oath — to save lives, to heal the wounded, and never harm others lightly.

My revenge against Eternity Pack had never been about personally wielding a knife.Never about repaying violence with violence.

It was about exposing every lie.Dragging every sin into the light.Making those monsters hiding behind the mask of “family” destroy themselves with their own greed and cruelty.

That alone...