Crashing his phone to the ground, Flynn unleashed a fury of stomps upon the shattered device.

"I lost. Take me in." Flynn's voice dripped with laziness as he raised his hands in mock surrender, tilting his head to catch Percival's gaze.

But then, with a swift bite, he crushed the cyanide hidden in his molar.

He had always known this day would come.

Even in death, he would not be cuffed by the likes of Percival!

Blood spilled from his mouth as he knelt, the light fading behind his designer spectacles, "Percival, you'll never unearth the kingpin behind GTO."

His laughter echoed through the dark alley, a spectral sound that chilled to the bone.

Yet, the agony he anticipated never arrived.

F-Poison had given him this poison, and it was a lethal concoction, sure death on contact. How was he still alive?

Lifting his head, Flynn locked eyes with Vivienne, whose expression was akin to someone watching a fool. It all clicked.

She, the Specter Healer, was behind this.

Vivienne towered over him, her aura that of a queen, "Wish to die?"

Flynn glared back, bitter. "There's no grudge between us. My death serves you no ill!"

Her smile bloomed, radiant and short-lived, replaced by a chilling murderous intent. "Your death means nothing to me. But you dared cross Mr. Wolf. For that, I would have relished your end. However..." Her smile returned as she said, "Since you so desire death, I won't oblige you."

His eyes narrowed, venomous. "There are a thousand ways to die if I wish it."

lifted slightly, "The poison I bestowed upon you, I named it 'Mandragora.' It will hijack your nerves. Should suicidal thoughts arise, it will paralyze your

gnawing at your insides while

Flynn's pupils dilated.

such claims, but knowing she was the Specter

death, but not the

those I care for, and you'll beg for death.

and steady, bathed in sunlight,

a silent vow never to provoke those dear to Vivienne; a life of suffering with no escape

her words, overwhelmed

him; he resolved to be worthy of her for

Flynn, Vivienne rose and

her hand, signaling the waiting Vanguard Agency operatives with his free

tightly, one last attempt for understanding,

being the Ellington

one after another,

family was the wealthiest in Rivenwood, sure, but not in

powers were the ancient warrior lineages, hidden from the

no political sway. Percival's integrity as the captain

power for his own benefit. Basically, the Ellington

fathom why

Flynn glanced at his father. "You needn't

with that, he was

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