Chapter 103

The final act of the stage play reached its crescendo as Evelyn Sinclair, embodying the wrath of the forsaken, struck down the celestial deities. Their spirits were cast not into oblivion, but into the Illusion of Echoes—a tormenting cycle where they relived every life they had extinguished, from hope to despair, over and over.

Evelyn, her voice dripping with icy resolve, scattered the stolen divine power across the earth like stardust. The energy, born from millennia of mortal faith, now healed the wounds of the vengeful dead, granting them peace. "You were never worthy of their devotion," she whispered, her silhouette fading into the dimming stage lights as the narration boomed:

"Can you bear the weight of their faith? Or will you crumble beneath it?"

The audience sat in stunned silence before erupting into applause. Among them, Richard Blackwood, Margaret, and Sophia Blackwood exchanged proud glances, rising to their feet in unison. Team A-List had not just performed—they’d ignited a reckoning.

Backstage, the producers gaped at the skyrocketing social media metrics. Team A-List’s audacious finale—a scathing indictment of hollow idolatry—had eclipsed Team Duo Alpha’s saccharine love story. Twitter was ablaze:

Netizen 1: "Pathetic. Sebastian Hart’s ‘transformation’ was just another brooding knight. At least Evelyn Sinclair’s rookie stiffness had substance."

Netizen 2: "Where’s Adrian Cross’s fan army now? Still claiming his ‘sacrifice’ was profound? Please."

Netizen 3: "Team Duo Alpha’s script was a train wreck. Their agency should be ashamed."

Meanwhile, Evelyn and Julian descended the stage, their exit as dramatic as their performance. "Honestly," Evelyn mused, "we just gave the audience what they really wanted—a mirror."

The Quirks, lurking backstage, barely stifled laughter. There, amidst the tension, stood Sebastian Hart, jaw clenched, Adrian Cross scowling, and Seraphina Delacroix—eyes red-rimmed—clutching Adrian’s arm like a lifeline.

Adrian, never one for subtlety, stepped forward. "Was this necessary? We didn’t even cross you."

Julian paused, his gaze glacial. The air thickened.

Evelyn bit back a grin. Oh, this isn’t about the script. It’s about their derailed ‘secret girlfriend’ PR plan. Her thoughts, sharp as daggers, spilled into the silence: Adrian, darling, your desperation is showing.

The Quirks coughed into their sleeves. Even Julian’s mask of indifference cracked.

Sebastian, meanwhile, shot a desperate look at Isabelle Laurent—his former manager, now indifferent. Without her damage control, he was adrift.

Evelyn tilted her head. "Unjust? No. Entertaining? Absolutely."

The tension snapped like a bowstring. Somewhere, a camera flashed. The gossip mill would feast tonight.