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The night was pitch black, bereft of warmth even in the chilly moonlight. Yet compared to the more desolate human heart, it would prefer to stay eternally shrouded in this darkness, never to awaken.
Baby Cade felt a mix of desolation and rage in her heart. Fabian Lane was dead, just like that. He died just five or six meters away from her, and all she could do was watch helplessly, unable to speak or bid him farewell. An intense wave of sorrow spread like a blazing fire in her heart. Her tears, unstoppable, rolled down her cheeks like pearls broken off a string.
Amidst her sorrow, she was surprised to find out that Yves King and Fabian Lane were past comrades, brothers who shared life-and-death situations together. Just a moment before the lights went out, she had caught sight of Yves's deathly pale face and his blood-red eyes.
