Shadows flickered across the underground stone walls as the final confrontation erupted.
Steel clashed. Bones cracked. Blood splattered.
Jaemin and Kurogiri Ren circled each other like wolves born to kill.
Ren sneered, katana glinting beneath the dim light.
"You Moon Clan... always crawling back from your graves."
Jaemin's grip tightened around Jihwan's dagger, his green eyes burning like emerald fire.
"I'm not here to crawl," he growled. "I'm here to end it."
Ren lunged first—swift, lethal.
Jaemin met the strike, sparks bursting as blade and dagger collided. Ren's strength shoved him back, but Jaemin pivoted—elbowing Ren in the ribs.
A grunt. A flash of rage.
Ren swung his katana downward— Jaemin rolled, narrowly escaping decapitation.
"You think you're a hero?!" Ren spat. "You're a cursed bloodline!"
Jaemin kicked Ren's wrist— the katana skidded across the ground.
Ren instantly drew a hidden knife, slashing Jaemin's shoulder. Jaemin hissed in pain but countered—knee slamming into Ren's gut.
They both stumbled apart, bruised, panting, refusing to fall.
Ren's mouth twisted into a wicked grin.
"Your ancestors screamed like pigs...
when my family slaughtered them."
Jaemin's heart exploded with fury.
"You. Don't. Speak. Their. Name."
He launched forward— strike after strike— each blow fueled by a century of buried vengeance.
Ren staggered, blood dripping in a trail behind him.
Jaemin roared:
"For the Moon Tribe!
For the lives you stole!"
He slashed Ren's neck — deep and final.
Blood splattered across the stone floor.
Ren collapsed to his knees, choking, eyes wide with disbelief.
Yet he... laughed.
A cold, dying laugh.
"You think this ends the war...?"
He gasped, blood trailing from his lips.
"Our bloodlines... are cursed to clash...
The war... doesn't end here..."
His fingers twitched.
A final breath escaped.
Kurogiri Ren fell silent.
Jaemin stood over him—
shaking
bleeding
but victorious.
---
Meanwhile...
Chaerim fought Shadow Assassin Min in a brutal, relentless exchange.
Min snarled, blade slicing through air.
"You government dogs ruin everything!"
Chaerim parried and kicked her hard— sweat, dirt, and grit fueling her will.
Then a Viper shouted—
"Master Ren is down!!"
Min froze—panic in her eyes.
She turned to flee—
CLICK.
A handcuff locked around her wrist.
"You're done ruining lives," Chaerim hissed.
Min thrashed violently— but the remaining Vipers dropped their weapons, defeated and trembling.
---
Smoke clouded the air as victory arrived coated in blood.
Jaemin emerged from Ren's den, one arm wrapped around Dojoon — keeping him upright.
Both soaked in blood. Both refusing to collapse.
Dojoon still managed a shaky thumbs-up toward Chaerim and Dahlia.
Chaerim exhaled — a choked laugh escaping. Dahlia's heart finally remembered how to beat.
---
Justice served several days later.....
Judge Choi presided firmly over the courtroom.
Media cameras flashed.
Corrupt elites shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Shadow assassins stared at the floor — hollow.
Dojoon testified despite fresh injuries. Chaerim presented undeniable evidence.
One assassin broke down in tears.
"We were orphans... taken by them...
We had no choice..."
Judge Choi sighed — stern but compassionate.
"You will be given a chance to rebuild your lives,"
he declared.
But for Min...
defiance still burned in her eyes.
She spat at the floor.
"I regret NOTHING."
Chaerim's fists tightened — but justice spoke first.
Min received the harshest sentence.
The powerful who fueled the evil were dragged away in cuffs —
crying, begging, too late.
---
Three and a Half Months Later.....
Backstage applause roared.
Dahlia's concert — a triumphant return.
Judge Choi beamed proudly.
Victoria Yoon crossed her arms but smiled.
Dojoon gave a thumbs-up.
And Jaemin... held a huge bouquet with the shyest smile.
"You were amazing," he whispered.
They stepped outside, ready to celebrate—
But Dahlia's world spun.
Her knees buckled—
"Dahlia!"
Jaemin caught her instantly.
The night turned into emergency sirens.
---
At the Hospital Recovery Room...
Dahlia blinked awake as the doctor entered with a bright smile.
"Good news, Ms. Dahlia. Just exhaustion.
And... congratulations."
Everyone froze.
"You are 15 weeks pregnant."
Silence.
Then confusion.
The doctor handed her an ultrasound sheet.
"And — we found two heartbeats."
Dahlia's eyes widened. Jaemin's lips parted.
"...Twins?"
The doctor nodded, grinning.
"You must be the father. Congratulations, sir."
Once the doctor left—
Dojoon broke the silence with a smirk.
"So that's two new family members soon."
He leaned toward Jaemin, elbowed him whispering:
"Made in the bunker, hyung?"
Jaemin choked on air.
Dahlia turned red.
Dojoon laughed and exited.
Judge Choi approached next — voice firm, heart soft.
"Dahlia will not be an unwed mother."
Then, quieter — "Congratulations, son."
He leaned closer:
"And good luck dealing with her mother."
Then he too walked out.
Victoria massaged her temple.
"Yah, Dahlia! What about the tour now?
What am I going to do with you two?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll take responsibility,"
Jaemin bowed deeply.
Victoria sighed dramatically and left.
---
Only Jaemin and Dahlia remained.
With trembling hands, Jaemin pulled out a pair of rings.
"I planned to do this somewhere romantic...
but I can't wait anymore."
He knelt beside her bed.
"Dahlia...
let's get married."
Her tears fell like stardust.
"Yes...
Yes, Jaemin."
They slid the rings onto each other's trembling fingers— then kissed — softly, fully, forever.
Jaemin touched her belly, voice barely a whisper:
"Our future..."
Dahlia pressed his forehead to his.
"Our fate."
Inside her — two tiny lives began the next chapter...
And the prophecy shimmered true:
> "One day... from my bloodline...
and yours...
the Moon Tribe will rise again.
Fate will bring them together."
Tonight,
the prophecy lived.
And love won.