The final night.
He stood in the circle. The manor trembled.
Lilith descended like a goddess of nightmares.
Eliora lay in his arms, fading, but still watching him.
He took the old dagger — the one his grandfather had hidden behind the mirror — and said:
"This ends with me."
Lilith smiled.
But her smile faded the moment the blade pierced Edwin's chest.
Because it wasn't just blood that flowed.
It was willingness.
The true seal.
The shadows screamed. The walls of the manor bled fire. The gate opened — not to unleash what was beyond — but to consume Lilith.
She howled. Her wings collapsed. Her voice splintered into silence.
Edwin fell.
The manor collapsed inward, into itself, into a void.