The Destructive Adventures of the Lovers-Chapter 85: The Silence After Everything...

There was no sound anymore.

Not even the wind.

Not even breath.

Only the slow falling of debris—black stones lit by the dying fire of stars, remnants of a world that once held love, pain, blood, and hope.

They had all fought.

They had all bled.

They had all lost.

Margo's hand, once reaching for the sky, now lay still beneath the crumbling bones of what used to be a kingdom. Her eyes were open, but they saw nothing—only the memory of Gabriel, glowing in the void.

Xyrille's wings, once mighty and dark, were torn and scattered like feathers in a storm. She had tried to crawl, to scream, to pull Margo from the fire.

But the sky had other plans.

A black shadow fell across her—the final gift of a broken world—and her voice never reached the air again.

Zeze had run far. Fast. But the debris fell like the wrath of gods. She looked back one last time toward the ruins of Lavera.

And in that heartbeat...

A shard of the universe impaled her from above.

She did not scream.

She only closed her eyes.

And vanished into silence.

In the charred, dust-covered plains, where cities once stood, and laughter once echoed, there were no more footsteps. No more names.

Only ashes.

Only silence.

Only a cracked sky and a lifeless land floating in the cold, cruel vacuum of a universe that had watched them all—and done nothing.

The blood titan was gone.

The Evil Clan, vanished in petals or crushed in rubble.

And the Saviors of Creation—brave, wounded, beautiful—were now only echoes.

There would be no monuments.

No survivors to tell their story.

Just a torn page in time...

Fluttering in an endless night.

And so, the second story ends—

With no light left in the world.

Just the memory of love.

And the cost of what it meant to fight for it