Chapter 89 - Forgetten Life

Jasper moved like a phantom through the streets of Wallux, watching Nicole from the shadows. His eyes, a deep and unnatural purple, tracked her frail movements. She knelt by the riverbank, washing her tattered clothes with trembling hands. The water rippled, carrying away the grime from her garments, but it did nothing to cleanse the weariness etched into her bones. He could see it—how every breath seemed to be a battle, every step a reminder of the life draining from her.