Capítulo 347: Life line

Black, short, scruffy hair. Those haggard hands, scarred from years of labor. The wide grin, both teasing and reassuring. That big, commanding presence, impossible to miss.

It was definitely him.

And then her...

The gentle smile, soft and knowing. Eyes that carried warmth like the first glow of dawn. The petite frame standing confidently beside the towering man.

That was definitely her too.

Zafron's throat hitched, and his breath caught in his chest.

"Mom… Dad…"

The words barely made it past his lips.

This couldn't be real. It couldn't. His parents? Here?

His mind raced, trying to reason it away. It had to be some sick effect of Limbo. A trick of the mind. A cruel illusion.

He stood frozen, caught in the sheer impossibility of it, as his father glanced at his mother with that same amused smile Zafron had grown up seeing.