Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness

The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

Jarrel tossed in his sleep, his face contorted in a grimace. The sheets were tangled around his legs, damp with sweat. His breathing was ragged, each gasp a struggle to escape the nightmare that gripped him. In the darkness of his mind, he was relieving his past—a hellish landscape where agony and fear were the only constants.

The scene unfolded with haunting clarity. He was a child again, back in the cold, sto