Todos los capítulos de Until The Last Day: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The darkness engulfed the alley, causing it to tremble as if the very stones were crumbling apart. Vincent stumbled back, his claws scraping against the cracked pavement beneath his feet. His golden eyes pierced through the blackness, searching with intensity. “Camela!” he shouted, his voice breaking the silence. “Where are you?” Her scream had faded. The officers had disappeared, and the light from the lantern had been snuffed out. He rushed forward—but the two officers who had been holding her twisted in the dark. Their faces melted like candle wax, their uniforms dripping into the dark waterholes. Yet he wasn’t alone.A cold voice breathed from behind him. “You still think you can fight me, fox?” The ghost loomed tall behind them, smiling like a fresh wound. “Did you think the world would save her?” he whispered. “Did you think that men in uniforms could protect her from me?” Vincent spun around, slashing at the darkness with his claws as sparks flew through the air. But ther

The silence splintered Vincent’s claws gleamed in the darkness as he breathed heavily. Across him stood the shadow-Vincent, who had the same face, same golden eyes, but looked hollow and hungry. Camela’s breath came in sharp gasps, her scar on her chest flaring to life with a pulsing blood-red glow in rhythm with her quickened breaths. Her trembling hand hovered between the two Vincents, both reaching out to her. “Camela,” the real Vincent growled, his voice rough and filled with urgency. “Look at me. Only at me.” Her lips quivered, barely parting. “Which one…?” The shadow-Vincent smirked wider, his voice smooth yet poisonous. “Make your choice, bride. No more praying for someone to save you. You decide now.” Vincent's growl cut through the tension. “She doesn’t need to choose. She’s mine.” The shadow-Vincent tilted his head and smiled slowly, his tone smooth and toxic. “She doesn’t have to look; she already knows deep down. She’s always known.” Her hand shook harder as she sp

The darkness consumed them entirely. Vincent was the first to hit the ground, his claws scraping against the stone. He gasped for air, blood trickling from his arms. Frantically, he turned his head, searching for— “Camela!”Her body crashed down beside him, chains clanging as they dragged her across the floor. Her scar on her chest glowed white, growing brighter with each scream she let out. The ghost voice slithered through the chamber like smoke. “You keep trying to save her, but every time you do, you only make her suffer more.” Vincent growled in anger and stood up, his claws blazing gold. “Show yourself!”Laughter responded to him. The sound echoed from every direction around him—the walls, ceiling, and floor. It pounded in his head like nails. Camela’s weak whisper broke through amidst the chaos. “Vincent…”He dropped to his knees beside her and pulled her close to his chest. Her skin felt warm to the touch, and she was breathing lightly. She trembled uncontrollably as her s

The chains clanged in the darkness—heavy and unending. Vincent tore at them until his claws split, but the iron seemed to multiply. Sparks flew against the stone as he snarled, his golden eyes blazing like fire. “Give her back!” he roared through the darkness. The silence that followed his roar was even worse than the noise itself. Then, chains rattled nearby, low and almost mocking. A sharp, cold voice whispered close to his ear: “You’re weaker than I thought, fox. Did you really believe your claws could save her?” Vincent spat out blood onto the ground, baring his teeth in anger. “You hide behind chains and shadows. Face me!” he said fiercely.A soft chuckle responded. “I already am.” A faint red light broke through the darkness. There she was—Camela.She was chained to the wall. Her wrists bled from the iron cuffs, and her body trembled with fear. The scar on her chest glowed bright white, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. Her wide, desperate eyes found him as she mutte

The chamber shattered. Stone groaned under pressure. Darkness roared around them, and the ground beneath Vincent split open like a giant mouth ready to swallow him whole. To his left—Camela held tightly to his chest, her face streaked with tears and her scar glowing a faint white across her chest. Her voice quivered as she pressed closer to him. “Don’t let me go. Please, Vincent. I’m real. I belong to you.” On his right—another Camela stood illuminated by the light spilling through the door. Her scar blazed bright red across her chest. Her lips curved into a sinister smile. “You’ll lose her again, fox. You always do. Choose me, and you’ll never lose anything again.” Both Camelas spoke in unison: “Choose.” Vincent’s claws sank into the broken stone floor as he glared from one Camela to the other, his gold eyes aflame with intensity. “Stop this!” he snarled. “You both are not her. This is just another one of his tricks!” The Camela in his arms sobbed even more intensely now, clu