All Chapters of Until The Last Day: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The fall seemed endless. Vincent fell through the darkness, his claws outstretched, his roar swallowed by the dark. The air whipped against him, but there was no ground beneath him, no walls surrounding him, no end in sight. Then—he heard her voice pierce the silence. “Stop fighting.” It was Camela’s voice. She sounded clear, calm, and commanding. He twisted around, his eyes shining gold in the dark. “Where are you? Show yourself!” he shouted.The darkness shifted. In an instant—he found himself standing on solid ground. The dark void cracked apart like glass, breaking into silence. As the pieces fell away, Vincent stood in a vast white chamber. There were no walls or ceiling—just endless brightness stretching endlessly in all directions. At the center of it all—Camela awaited him. She wore no crown or fancy dress; just a plain white dress. Her scar glowed faintly silver in her chest, and her eyes were calm yet unreadable. Vincent staggered forward, breathing heavily. “Camela!”

The silence that followed the fire felt more intense than the fire itself. Vincent's chest heaved as his claws dripped with ash and blood. He stood in the dark chamber, his ears twitching to hear even the faintest sound. But there was nothing—no air, no flames, no echoes—just silence. Then he noticed them—eyes. Two eyes, wide open and unblinking. They lingered in the darkness staring at him. Vincent froze in place, his claws lowering slightly as tension gripped his throat. “Camela…?” he whispered.The eyes didn't blink and remained fixed on him, growing even wider. A soft breath slipped through the void—her voice, low and fragile. “I see you now.” Vincent stepped forward, but it felt as if the black ground beneath his claws was shifting like water. “Camela. Stop playing games with me. Where are you?” he said softly.The eyes trembled but they didn't move away while her voice returned, soft yet almost broken. “I’m here. I’ve always been here. But now…I can truly see you.” Vince

The roar faded away. The chamber was engulfed in darkness, but the darkness didn’t remain silent. It shattered like glass. The mirror on the other side of the chamber emitted a glow. Vincent stood still, his claws trembling at his sides. The reflection in the glass smirked back at him—calm, confident, and seemingly unharmed by suffering. But that wasn’t really him. Perhaps something that looked just like him.Camela grasped his arm tightly. “That’s not you,” she murmured, her voice trembling. The mirror-Vincent tilted his head and widened his smile. “Isn’t it?” The surface of the glass rippled like water. Vincent growled, positioning her behind him as his golden eyes blazed with intensity. “Stay back,” he said fiercely.Camela moved forward unsteadily, clutching her scar on her chest as her body trembled. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, fogs curling from her lips even though air or wind was absent in the void around them. And there—standing inside the mirror was Vincent smi

The darkness shattered with a loud crack of thunder. The ground split open. The walls creaked inward, groaning like a wounded beast. Dust cascaded from the ceiling, and every stone seemed to cry out as if it were alive. Vincent hit the ground first, his claws raking the stone beneath him. His chest heaved, and his gold eyes glowed in the dark. He quickly turned around, searching for her. “Camela!” he called out.Her voice came from behind him, calm—perhaps too quiet. “I’m here.” He turned around to face her. She stood a few paces away, her scar glowing faintly white on her chest, her hands folded neatly in front of her like accepted chains. Her lips curved into a smile that felt different from what he remembered—colder and sharper. Vincent’s claws twitched nervously as he said, “You’re shaking.” “No,” she whispered back. “You are.” The silence lingered between them. Vincent pulled Camela closer, his claws dug into her arm, not to hurt her but to make sure she didn't slip away

The darkness engulfed them whole. Camela's scream still echoed, but it was not the scream of a victim; it was sharp and defiant, cutting through the silence like shattered glass. Vincent reached out toward her, his claws faintly glowing in the void. His chest ignited with a mix of rage and fear. “Camela!” he roared, his voice resounding through the dark. Suddenly, a bright light flashed from above, not around them. Pages floated down like feathers, their edges glowing with a red hue. Each page had writing on it—letters. Vincent grabbed one from the air and tore it open with trembling claws. His golden eyes scanned the words intensely. Camela's voice filled the air as she read them aloud, though her lips didn't move: “You never listened to me. But now I’m writing back. And if he reads this too…let him choke on my words.” Vincent's chest tightened with anxiety as he asked, “Camela, where are you?” The darkness shifted, and her body form appeared faintly—half-shadow, half-light—b