Chapter 815: Not a Mistaken Match (The End)

Several months had passed since the fall of Magnus Zelinsky and the dismantling of the Hellfire Club. A season had turned, washing away the blood and shadows that had clung to Yeringham. The city breathed again, a collective sigh of relief that manifested in the bustling streets, the laughter spilling from cafes, and the renewed sense of security that settled over its people like a warm blanket. The dust of the final conflict had not just settled; it had become the fertile ground for new growth....