Chapter 1844

Moss gazed at Melon, a mocking smile playing across his weathered features.

Despite the boys persistent questions, he remained silent.

It wasnt that he didnt want to speak; he simply didnt know where to begin.

In truth, Moss found himself adrift in a sea of confusion.

The moment Emilias body had been destroyed in that metal house by Holden and his people, he had felt as though his lifes purpose had been violently ripped away.

For over two decades, the dream of reviving Emilia had been his sole reason for clinging to existence.

The day after the explosion, he had sought out a quiet place, intent on killing himself.

But as he had been about to do that, something had held him back.

A nagging thought had wormed its way into his mind: he couldnt just die like this. At the very least, he needed to exact revenge on Holden and Ariana.

he had meticulously crafted for twenty

to Eleymond, carefully evading security to infiltrate

Ariana and Holden dead, but that had

his twisted logic, he had believed

that fateful snowy day, he had constructed a snowman to lure young Melon

He had kidnapped Melon.

Ariana and Holden would be devastated by this and would fear he would do something to

the shadows, a silent observer of Holden

suffering had initially brought him

during the subsequent chain of events-the

the weight of his grievances and long-held

in these troubling thoughts, Moss hunched forward, elbows digging into his knees

mood, quietly approached and stood

depths of adult sorrow or the pain

to Melon, during their time on the island, his

old mans gruff

sunlight began to dance across the seas surface, Melons eyes widened in

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