I Broke The Game Rules To Kill The Sister Who Broke Our Bond Chapter 08
Gideon threw himself at that bronze door like it was the last lifeline left. He slammed through the gate,
leaving black blood streaked across its surface, and half-fell, half-crawled inside.
Veronica was dragged in with him, her arms still locked in a death grip around his leg, painting a bright red
trail across the floor.
The instant they cleared the threshold, the bronze gate slammed shut behind them.
The sliver of light from the corridor vanished. No way back.
Gideon collapsed on the floor, gasping.
His tailored suit was shredded, nothing but bloody rags hanging off him. One lens of his glasses was smashed in. Blood and sweat streaked his face.
Veronica lay next to him, flat on the ground, twitching.
“Safe… safe zone…”
Gideon swallowed blood and tried to push himself up, shaking.
“The Boss Room. We made it to the Boss Room. A breather…”
His voice died.
Because he’d finally looked up.
It was empty and dead silent.
No mobs to grind through with gear. No mechanics to exploit.
Just the twin thrones at the far end of the hall, built from pale bone and dark red crystal, towering over
everything.
I sat on the right throne, chin propped on one hand, spinning the butterfly knife between my fingers
Melanie sat on the left, straight-backed, in a blood-red dress without a single mark on it Her black hair fell to her waist like dark water.
The face that had been gray and hollowed out in that hospital bed was now restored, perfect, inhuman, terrifying in how beautiful it was. Cold radiated off her like a physical thing.
A single drop of blood fell from the knife’s edge and hit the bone throne. In the silence, the sound was
enormous.
Gideon stared at us. His eyes bulged so wide the whites showed all the way around.
Every mask he’d ever worn, the charm, the cunning, the control, shattered at once. What was left underneath
was nothing but terror.
“You… both of you?!”
His voice cracked, pitching up into something strangled and shrill.
“Melanie?! And you… you little… How?! You’re supposed to be half-dead in the real world!”
“Gideon… who is that…”
Veronica dragged her head up, following his gaze.
The scream that came out of her made every sound before it sound like a whisper.
“Ghosts! You’re ghosts!”
She clamped both hands over her head and scrambled backward.
Blood pumped from her torn shoulder, and she didn’t even notice. She had completely snapped.
“Stay away! Stay away from me!”
I laughed, low and quiet, and stood.
SS-Class pressure, full power with nothing held back, rolled off us like a shockwave, crushing outward in every direction.
Crack.
Gideon’s kneecaps shattered. He didn’t kneel. He dropped, smashing into the bronze floor like something
boneless.
“SS-Class… it’s really SS-Class…”
He couldn’t stop shaking. Sweat poured down his face, thinning the blood into pale pink streaks
“What’s the matter, Gideon? You’re not laughing anymore.”
I twirled the knife and descended the steps, nice and slow.
The crest near my eye pulsed, bright, cold, hungry.
Melanie looked down at them from the throne. Her red eyes held nothing. Not even the memory of warmth.
“Three years ago, you told me you’d show me the sunrise in the real world.”
She lifted her hand. Every torch in the hall erupted into pale blue flame, ghostfire, and its light fell across
Gideon and Veronica’s ruined faces.
“Here’s the dawn I made for you. Is it everything you hoped for?”
