The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1407

The depths of Wraithvale were endless.

The farther they fell, the hotter it became.

In Robin's arms, the last fragile wisp of Shirley's soul clung to him in fear.

That final thread of life trembled, burdened with sorrow and reluctant to fade.

As her spirit energy slowly dissipated, Robin roared in fury.

"Cursed Creator! Twisted laws of this cruel universe! You, who wear the mask of righteousness yet feast like demons on the innocent—if you dare devour her soul, I swear I will turn these Wraithlands upside down, even if I must burn alongside them!"

A deafening rumble cracked through the cavernous pit.

Robin's fury shattered the abyssal cliffs of Wraithvale.

A burst of crimson light enveloped the trio, casting a warm, fiery glow that momentarily cooled the suffocating heat.

Beyond the veil of glowing red mist, Wraithvale burned like a steel furnace.

Even the surrounding rocks dissolved into smoke the moment they touched the fire.

Any ordinary body would have been reduced to nothing in seconds.

The flames scorched their eyes, blinding them to the world—but Robin felt it.

The spirit in his arms grew calm. Gone was the struggle, replaced by a deep, wordless longing.

Suddenly, a cooling sensation spread across his chest.

He looked down. The firebird pendant around his neck shimmered with dazzling, prismatic light.

Slowly ... gradually ... the searing heat outside the mist began to fade.

A soft white glow replaced the red, like the smooth surface of a Glacemerald rising from the earth, towering endlessly above them.

Then came a heavy thud.

The three of them landed on a smooth slab of winterglass, which was as hard as solid rock.

Shirley's final soul fragment floated gently upward.

Even with all of Robin's might, he could not grasp it.

The soul drifted like a whisper of wind, vanishing into the Glacemerald wall before him.

He stood there in silence, staring at the wall; his eyes were swallowed by grief.

It was the first time Robin had felt true despair.

He stepped toward the towering wall, flames of vengeance blazing in his eyes.

"Mr. Ramsey!" Daphne and Rita rushed to his side.

"Shirley," Robin whispered, "once I've destroyed every last wretch in the Dark Syndicate, I'll come join you ... even if it means plunging into the abyss of fire and ice."

He paused before the massive wall, lost in thought.

"You once told me," he murmured, "that our love in this life was born of a bond from a thousand lifetimes ago, and that true love could stretch across the past, present, and future."

"But... what should I do to bring you back?"

Time passed, though no one knew for how long.

Robin stood still as stone.

The river of time flowed silently through Wraithvale, fading and returning like breath.

His hair slowly lengthened, turning white.

"Mr. Ramsey, what's wrong with you?" Daphne cried, tears streaking her cheeks. "You can't give in like this. You're a hero—the one the world looks up to. Please, don't lose yourself! Mr. Ramsey!"

"I'm no hero!" Robin cried bitterly.

"I couldn't even protect Shirley. What use is all my strength if I can't save the one I love?"

"Robin!" He froze. That voice—it sounded just like hers. Whipping his head around, he scanned the barren landscape, searching for the source of the call.

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