Kapitel 332: Jayan

Jayan knelt on the blood-soaked ground, her arms trembling as she tried to steady herself. The weight of her broken body was nothing compared to the weight pressing down on her mind—an inescapable torrent of memories that she had buried deep, now clawing their way back to the surface. 

Her silver-streaked hair clung to her face, matted with sweat and blood, as she stared at the figure before her—Lucavion. His dark eyes seemed to pierce through her very soul, stripping away every layer of strength and pride she had carefully built over the years. Her hands curled into fists, pressing against the cold, wet stone beneath her. 

'How… how did it come to this?'