Chapter 65 - 62: What Is My Purpose Now?
The Chapter opens in silence, with Ellen on her knees in a pool of red liquid that softly ripples with her shallow breathing. Her appearance has changed—her once black outfit now turned white, yet the red accents remain like blood blooming beneath snow. Her hair drapes to her knees in long, loose waves, cascading like a silver waterfall. At the center of her chest is a gaping, open wound, where instead of a heart, there is a swirling black hole rimmed in glowing white. Dark red continues to seep slowly from the edges.
She lifts her head slowly.
Her eyes are black now—devoid of light, of reflection, of life. They are blank.
Acheron stands a few paces away, silent. Watching. There is no weapon drawn, no fear in her eyes. Just quiet, emptiness.
They do not speak immediately—because what is there to say?
Eventually, Acheron asks a single question:
"What happened?"
Ellen's voice is quiet. Flat. Heavy with things unspoken.
"Lost what made me whole."
And then the black hole in her chest pulses—expands—devours.
Her form is pulled in, folded into the void, and disappears in a blink. The red liquid flares, then stills. The horizon collapses into shadow.