All Chapters of Until The Last Day: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Camela fell to the ground with a heavy thud. This time, the surface below her wasn’t grass; it was smooth and cold marble. Her palms hurt from the impact of the fall, and she could still feel a slight sting from the nail digging into her skin.Taking her time, she pushed herself up while squinting her eyes against the bright light from the overhead chandeliers. A soft hum filled the room. She could hear voices—calm, soothing, and steady. Turning around, she saw a long table that gleamed so brightly she could see her reflection in it. A crowd of men and women dressed in well-tailored suits sat there, their hands resting neatly on the table, rings sparkling in the light. They wore smiles that looked like they were painted on their faces like portraits. But their eyes— No, those weren't just eyes. They were yellow, piercing, and almost glowing. Like wolves.One of the men, dressed in a gray suit with a slim red tie, leaned forward. “Well,” he said, his voice silky. “The bride arri

The black fire didn’t fall like rain; it slashed through the air like sharp claws. Each droplet sizzled upon hitting the water, creating clouds of dark steam that stung Camela’s throat. The Keeper tilted his mask toward the sky, whispering, “Impossible…” Vincent hand cupped her face gently, his breath warm against her skin. However, his dark, calculating eyes were fixed on the flames. Camela attempted to pull away. “What’s going on?” The Keeper stepped back, his robes dragging through the rising water. “The sky burns only when the chains are broken.”Vincent grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the nearest pillar. “Cover your head.”The Keeper’s massive form remained still, but his eyes shone brighter, like two raging storms. “Do not run. The fire does not burn the chosen.”“I’m not chosen,” Camela hissed.Vincent looked at her sharply. “You are now.”A wave of black fire splashed against the floor, sizzling and hissing like acid. Where it touched the water, shadows screamed an

The room was engulfed in darkness as the final candle wavered out. The temperature dropped sharply, becoming uncomfortably cold, and the silence enveloped Camela like thick water pressing against her ears. She could still sense the Bride's fingers on her shoulders, but they had lost their warmth and felt bony. Then, a voice pierced through the darkness. “Do you know what happens when the lights go out, Camela?”It wasn’t the man; it wasn’t the Bride. The voice seemed to come from everywhere—behind her, next to her, even within her. Camela tightened her grip on the edge of the table. “I’m not afraid of you,” she shouted.A low chuckle echoed around the room. “Good. Fear makes the picture blurry.” Then there was a click, followed by a metallic snap. In a wink, a bright flash of white light appeared before her, causing her to flinch as spots danced in her vision. When her eyes adjusted, she noticed the room was still dark but her chair had been shifted. She hadn’t moved it herself.

Camela took a step back, startled.A hand from the coffin hovered in the air, shaking slightly.Vincent moved in front of her, his body tense. “Stay behind me,” he said firmly. The figure inside the coffin slowly sat up. The red silk slid down its thin shoulders, pooling in its lap like spilled blood.Camela’s eyes quickly moved to the figure's face—sunken cheeks, chapped lips, and eyes so pale they seemed almost blind. Yet, those eyes were fixed on her. “Who…” Camela's voice trembled. “…are you?”The figure tilted its head, examining her as if she were a riddle to be solved. When it spoke, its voice was rough and dry, like the sound of paper ripping. “You… smell like him.” Camela’s heart raced. “Like who?” The figure’s gaze shifted past her to Vincent, and their lips twisted into a mix of a smile and a snarl. “The Fox,” the voice called out to Vincent.Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out,

Camela backed away, her heart pounding. “What does it mean?”Vincent did not flinch. "It means they are done waiting.""I don't want this," she whispered."You've never had a choice."He reached forward, took her hand, and attempted to guide it to the throne.Camela pulled her hand away. "Do not touch me.""If you do not place the ring, the contract will burn, and so will everyone in this room," he said.A red-masked figure stepped out of the smoke. "You broke the last oath." "You were given the fox. The bride. The Throne.""I never asked for any of it!" Camela shouted."You accepted the rose," the man said coldly. "It is the first contract.Camela shook her head. "I wasn't sure what I was accepting.""You wore the ring. You took the mask. You danced the flame.""Because I was forced!" she exclaimed. "Vincent lied to me. You all did."Vincent raised his brow but did not speak.The red-masked man lifted a scroll. It glowed with fire around the edges."Then sign the final one," he ad