Chapter 169
Ronan stared blankly at the cold, silver floor beneath him. It was over. He had done it—he had finally taken his revenge. Buster was dead.
The man who had slaughtered everyone Ronan had cared about was gone. Justice had been served. So why did he feel… nothing?
He should've felt relief. Triumph. Maybe even joy. But all that filled him now was a deep, suffocating emptiness.
So what now?
The question echoed endlessly in his mind.
His life had revolved around vengeance—every step he had taken, every breath he drew, all for this moment. And now that it was done… he had no family, no home, no purpose. No reason to go on.
No one—
Wait.
Friends.
The memory hit him like a spark in the darkness.
Images of Han and the others flickered through his mind. He remembered Han's words vividly, the way he'd smiled and said: "We'll be your family. Serenya will always be your home."
For a brief moment, warmth stirred in his chest. Maybe he wasn't truly alone.
