Summer watched in horror as the Reaper located the last group of survivors—Christina, Caden, and Lucky—together on the ferry.
The daylight was heavy with tension, the water beneath them foreboding as the ferry slowly passed under a bridge. Without warning, the Reaper's steed leaped from the bridge above, crashing down onto the ferry's deck with a thunderous impact.
The vessel shook violently from the force, causing passengers to stumble and cry out in fear.
The Reaper's gaze, cold and ruthless, locked onto Caden. The hood of his dark cloak concealed his face, save for the eerie violet glow of his eyes that pierced the shadows.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he lifted the severed heads of Chrona and Petra, displaying them like trophies.
"You are the last ones left," the Reaper's voice echoed across the deck, sending a chill down the spines of all who heard it.
