Chapter 84 - A Battle for Valentine's Soul

The night is thick with the smell of petrichor, the earth still drenched from a rainstorm that passed only hours ago. The sky, a panoply of swirling clouds and a deep indigo abyss, mirrors the turmoil surging within the Adams estate. Inside, the silence is deafening, every shadow a sentry, every creak of the old wooden floor a harbinger of something darker lurking.

Valentine lies still on his black sheeted bed, paler than usual, unmoving, an ethereal figure whose once vibrant presence is now reduced to a melancholic husk. His pale, clammy skin is strewn with lifelessness, his breathing shallow and labored. Sweat beads on his forehead, but it is the veins—those dark, serpentine lines crawling beneath the surface—that draw all eyes.

They coil like a creeping vine, twisting and winding up from the wrists to the elbows, then slithering further towards the neck. Black and swollen, they pulse with an eerie rhythm, as if alive, as if feeding on the very essence of life within him. The darkne