The storm of emotions within Yun Lintian—the grief, the gratitude, the rage, the love—did not vanish. Instead, they coalesced. They cooled and hardened in the crucible of his resolve, transforming from a chaotic tempest into a still, deep, and impossibly dense core of determination.
The fluctuations in his spirit ceased entirely. His mood was no longer subject to the tides of feeling; it was the bedrock upon which those feelings now stood, unshakable and absolute.
He had reached the final chapter. There was no one left to lose. No more distractions, no more vulnerabilities. The path ahead was singular and clear. He would go all out, holding nothing back, fighting with everything he had and was.
And his ultimate goal, the shining beacon at the end of this bloody road, was not just victory, but restoration. To bring everyone back. That was the hope that fueled his cold fury.
