Upon hearing Sophie's words, the smile on Kiran's face faded, replaced by a chilling coldness. "You think I wouldn't dare to kill you?" he taunted, twisting the knife deeper into the wound on her shoulder. Sweat beaded on Sophie's forehead, her face turning ghostly pale, yet she stood firm, refusing to yield.
Seeing this, Harold, despite his own injuries, charged forward. Kiran frowned slightly, let go of the knife, and sent a powerful kick into Harold's chest. It felt like being hit by a truck, leaving him breathless. But watching Sophie, who was on the brink of collapse, he couldn't stop. He had to keep fighting. They were all on the edge of disaster.
Sophie’s blood trickled from her shoulder, streaming down her arm and onto the gemstone she clutched. The gemstone responded, its once dim white light slowly glowing a fiery red.
"It's working! It's working!" Joseph shouted, ignoring the chaos around him. With a wild laugh, he cut his hand and let his blood drip onto the stone. The gemstone flared with red light, resonating with its three counterparts, as if they were desperately calling to each other.
"James! Do you see it? Your mother can come back! We can start over! Our family can be together forever!" Joseph was almost delirious with excitement.
James, overwhelmed and confused, couldn't grasp the reality of what was happening. What was the real power of these four gemstones?
Gordon, observing the scene with a furrowed brow, was lost in thought. What was the purpose of these stones? Suddenly, a realization struck him. "James! Don't touch that gemstone!" he shouted.
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