Chapter 339: Over the Years

Vaelthor/ Vincent~

That night, as Sylthara clung to me in the reeking shadows of the ruined hall, I felt her small body tremble like a leaf caught in a storm. Her arms were cold, thin from hunger, but her grip on me was desperate, unrelenting. And in that moment, the weight of my vow didn’t just press against me—it carved itself into my bones, molten and unshakable.