Greg continued staring at the point where Kyle had once stood, now nothing more than a fading memory.
The man responsible for so much pain, so much anguish, was finally gone. Kyle—the one who had taken his parents from him, the one who had haunted his every step—was dead.
Greg had finally achieved the vengeance he had long sought.
But there was no time for peace. Not yet. Now, he had to face whatever enemies the apocalypse would throw at him… or any future threat foolish enough to stand in his way.
He deactivated his manifested will, returning to Earth. As reality came back into focus, he found himself standing before Annabelle, Lilith, and Jessica.
"You're safe," Jessica said, her voice gentle and filled with relief.
"Yes," Greg replied, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"And Kyle?" Lilith asked, her tone hesitant. She clearly didn't want to ruin the moment, but the question had to be asked.
"Dead," Greg said simply. "I made sure there's no coming back for him."
