The West Wing of Sark Tower was the most luxurious prison humanity had ever built.It was also the cruelest grave imaginable for someone like Emily Eduardo.No sunlight ever reached this place. Only the glow of crystal lamps burned twenty-four hours a day, reflecting off silk-covered walls and rows of wardrobes filled with dresses that would never be worn again.Emily sat before her vanity mirror.The face that had once been adored by high society photographers had grown gaunt and pale. Dark circles shadowed her eyes.Her trembling fingers clutched a ruby necklace, the only piece of jewelry she had managed to hide inside the folds of her corset before Belerik confiscated the rest of her assets.Outside, the muffled sound of fireworks echoed faintly through the soundproof walls.The cheers of thousands of men celebrating in the streets of Rome buzzed like a swarm of bloodthirsty bees."He won..." Emily whispered to her own reflection in the cracked mirror. "That bastard actually won."

The sky above Rome tonight was absolute madness. Thousands of fireworks exploded in succession, tearing through the darkness with dazzling colors, blood red, pure gold, and royal purple. In the streets surrounding Sark Tower, thousands of Eduardo’s men, ranging from dockside thugs to former elite Iron Guard soldiers who now knelt to a single banner, were partying wildly. Techno music thudded loudly from colossal speakers, bottles of expensive whiskey were uncorked and poured onto the asphalt like tap water, and shouts of "LONG LIVE THE DON!" echoed every time a firework split the heavens. To the outside world, this was the coronation night of a new god. To them, Eduardo was an untouchable, living legend. However, inside the top floor intensive care unit, the reality was a complete reversal. The atmosphere here was so silent that the ticking of the wall clock sounded like the strike of a sledgehammer. The sharp smell of carbolic acid mixed with the suffocating aroma of

Silence.The stillness inside the main office of Sark Tower felt heavier than any concrete bunker Eduardo had ever entered. The long, continuous tone from the heart monitor had finally faded away, leaving behind a deafening emptiness. The morning sunlight pouring through Rome's skyline rested upon Eduardo's face as though time itself had frozen, illuminating a body that had truly become nothing more than an empty shell.Belerik remained kneeling at Eduardo's feet. His shoulders trembled violently, yet no sound escaped his lips. His shaking hands clutched the fabric of Eduardo's suit pants as if letting go would cause his entire world to collapse into dust.Freya stood motionless beside the great chair.She did not scream.She did not wail.Her icy blue eyes stared at Eduardo's peaceful face, an expression that felt almost cruelly ironic for a man who had spent the remainder of his life as a machine built for slaughter."Ed..." Freya whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.She

The underground level of Sark Tower had been transformed into a private forensic laboratory. It felt colder than the summit of the Alps.A massive surgical light hanging from the ceiling cast a merciless white glow, reflecting off the stainless steel examination table at the center of the room. Lying atop it was the body of the man who had once made all of Europe tremble. Now he rested in silence, surrendered to the hands of those who would try to preserve the last remnants of his glory.Dr. Moretti, the finest embalming specialist Belerik had flown in under the threat of a gun, stood frozen beside the table. His surgical mask rose and fell with his ragged breathing. A small scalpel trembled in his hand."Doctor? Is there a problem?" Belerik's voice came through the intercom. He watched from behind the one-way glass, unable to bring himself to enter."A problem?" Moretti turned toward the glass, his voice hoarse. "Mr. Belerik, I've handled the bodies of soldiers, bombing victims, even

The air inside the sacristy of San Lorenzo Cathedral felt unnaturally cold, not because of air conditioning, but because the lingering aura of death still clung to every inch of Eduardo's body lying in the room next door. The cramped chamber was thick with the scent of beeswax candles, damp aged wood, and expensive perfume that now seemed to suffocate the lungs.Gathered around a portable executive table that Belerik had brought with him sat the so-called heirs of the ghost.Emily Eduardo sat with her chin raised high, wearing a sheer black mourning veil that partially concealed her eyes as they repeatedly drifted toward Belerik's silver briefcase. Beside her, Chloe lounged in her chair, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, probably reading the comments on her latest post, A Daughter's Grief.Freya stood in the darkest corner of the room. Her arms were crossed as she stared coldly at Attorney Rossi, whose hands trembled while holding an encrypted tablet."Can we get started alr