Chapter 365: The Fountain of Youth (End)
With his memories of the past resurfacing, Grant stared at the familiar face of the woman in the mirror, seized by a terror unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
It was the face Rolinta had worn just before her death.
Her face was covered in wrinkles from psychological trauma and repeated childbirth. Her skin was sallow, and her once-golden hair had long since turned gray. Cold sweat beaded across her forehead, while blood from the beatings stained the bridge of her nose and the corners of her mouth. A broken tooth protruded from her half-open mouth, thin strands of blood still seeping from it.
She wore that hideous, twisted face as she stared at him without blinking, malice filling her eyes, the corners of her mouth stretched into an incongruous smile.
“Grant…” she said, her voice low and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against his eardrums. “I told you. You will die. You will die when you’re only one step away from success. Heh heh heh…”
The string of laughter stabbed into Grant’s heart like a series of awls, making his heart pound violently and sending a chill down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Would he die? Die just when he was about to succeed… die now?
Throughout Grant’s long life, there had never been a person or thing capable of making him afraid.
Except death.