Slashing the Sword Across the Throat
"I know... It was because I sensed a great disaster coming, that's why I asked them to bring you back," Sera Si said. "I was afraid I wouldn't make it through, and I'd never see you again..."
"Enough!" Clearpool shouted. "Stop talking and focus—if you want to live, you have to fight through this. You have to make it, do you hear me?"
Seeing how anxious he was, Sera Si smiled faintly, nodded, and closed her eyes.
The tribulation clouds quickly formed, striking down bolt after bolt of lightning.
Sera Si was struck until she was charred black, her aura growing weaker and weaker.
Clearpool called her name anxiously from the side, and finally rushed over to hold her tightly.
But the tribulation lightning belonged to Sera Si.
No matter where you hide, you can never escape it.
In Clearpool's arms, the tribulation lightning passed through his body without lessening, every bolt still landing on Sera Si.
"Sera Si, hold on!" Clearpool sobbed. "Brother and sister, whatever we are—I’ve always loved you. Always, always. I never stopped, not for a single day. Please, don’t give up. Don’t leave me…"
But Sera Si was already at the end of her strength.
Her voice shook as it echoed through the hall: "Hear me, all of you! Clearpool is my true elder brother. When I die, the throne belongs to him—no one is allowed to defy this!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sean Shaw was drawn by the violent surge of emotion from Mira Si.
The Divine Dragon Clan, once they've reached a certain level, can sense human emotions.
As soon as Mira Si entered, Sean felt a wave of malice radiating from her.
Sean Shaw narrowed his eyes slightly.
With a thunderous boom, Sera Si's aura was completely extinguished.
"Sera Si! Sera Si! No!" Clearpool howled at the sky, his voice hoarse and broken, tears streaming down his face.
Lucy Luan’s heart twisted at the sight. She turned away quickly, trying to hide the tears slipping down her cheeks.
Sean Shaw noticed, frowned, and awkwardly fished a handkerchief from his sleeve, hesitating as he watched her.
He started to offer it, then stopped himself, hand hovering uncertainly before pulling back.
Faustin, ever the mischief-maker, darted over, snatched the handkerchief, and presented it to Lucy with an exaggerated flourish.
Lucy accepted it, dabbing at her tears, her mind too clouded by sorrow to notice she was using Sean’s personal handkerchief.
Sean Shaw shot Faustin a glance.
Faustin flashed Sean a wicked little grin.
That kid was a sly one, through and through.
But seeing his own handkerchief now marked with her tears, Sean just kept quiet—secretly pleased, though he’d never admit it.
The tribulation lightning gradually faded away.
Mira Si ran over, crying, and threw herself onto Sera Si's body, sobbing, "Sister! How could you just leave us like this?"
Suddenly, she spun on Clearpool, jabbing a finger at him: "This is all your fault! Why did you have to tell her the truth at the worst possible moment? You killed her!"
Clearpool, eyes rimmed red with tears, stared at Sera Si’s lifeless body and broke down. "Yes... it’s my fault... I never should’ve come back. I never should’ve told her we were siblings. Maybe if she’d still had hope, maybe she’d be alive right now…"
Mira Si snatched up Sera Si’s sword, flinging it at Clearpool’s feet: "So why do you deserve to live? My sister loved you more than anything! Go—go be with her!"
Clearpool reached out, picked up the sword, and with grim resolve pressed the blade to his own throat.
But before he could draw blood, a streak of red light darted across the hall, ripping the sword from his hands.
The red light solidified—it was Sean Shaw.
"She gave you the Heavenly Moon Empire. If you can’t return her love, are you really going to throw away her last wish, too?" Sean said, every word landing like a blow.
The urge to die was just a fleeting impulse.
When the urge faded, Clearpool swallowed his pain, lifted Sera Si’s body in his arms, and said, "Wardens, please gather the ministers. We need to arrange the national mourning."