Until The Last Day
Vincent's golden eyes narrowed in determination as he responded, "Then I’ll die along with you."
He drove his claws deeper into the stranger’s chest. The stranger screamed—half man and half void, before dissolving into black dust.
The air became still and silent. For the first time in centuries, silence meant peace.
Camela's breath shook as she asked, “Vincent…is it over?”
He turned toward her, panting heavily. “It should be,” he replied.
But then a hum filled the air again—it sounded low, deep, and disturbing.
The dust from the stranger rose into the air, swirling into a shape she recognized—The ghost.