Chapter 74

That night, Scarlett tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Edmund's words echoed relentlessly in her mind. Early the next morning, she was haunted by a nightmare. In her dream, pirates swarmed the island like wild beasts, gunfire crackling amid the clash of swords. Blood splattered across the sand, turning the sea a deep crimson. The entire dreamscape was drenched in red, and the thick scent of blood was hanging heavily in the air. In the midst of the chaos, a small boy cowered inside a gift box, peeking through a narrow crack as he watched his loved ones brutally slaughtered one by one. He pressed his hands tightly over his mouth, terrified of making a sound. His eyes were filled with helplessness, fear, and tears. Scarlett jolted awake, her heart pounding violently. It was just a dream, yet it had left her shaken to the core. She couldn't begin to imagine how Xavier, only five years old at the time, had survived those dark years after witnessing such a horrifying bloodbath. Sudde