Chapter 24: [Who is this Guy!!!]
She looked toward the guillotine, where the headless figure stood silent and still, blade in one hand, his own severed head in the other—mask still fixed in an eternal scream.
"So," she whispered,
"He offered himself. Made himself the final offering. The 108th."
Kael took a shaky step back, eyes fixed on the headless statue.
"Wha—what... he killed himself?" he stammered, the image clawing at his thoughts like an itch that wouldn’t fade.
Yue let out a long breath, as if the weight of this truth had sat on her for centuries.
"Better to anger that deity. He knew what had to be done."
Kael’s voice dropped to a hush.
"So... what happened after? The ritual was completed, right? What happened to the spell?"
Yue shook her head, solemn.
"That’s the part no one knows. Not even in the murals I found. Everything goes dark after that. Like the temple refused to remember."