Chapter 15: Who Am I ?
It had been days, days without real sleep.
Where nightmares replaced dreams and the little rest he allowed himself felt more like mental paralysis.
He was no longer hungry, no longer thirsty, and had nowhere left to go.
Rain, cold, pain, screams... they were now part of him. Oui
Dante Godwin chased her gaze, especially — or what was left of it : her last eye.
He had crossed it all. The forests of the North Quarter. The black markets of Darnholm.
And always the same rumor : "The Eye exists." It hadn’t been devoured by Sarn. But the eye was never in his hands.
And now ? Only he remained. Him... and this freezing rain.
That morning, he stumbled to the gates of St. Raphael Central Hospital.
His coat was nothing but a soaked rag. His left arm still bore the marks of the fight against Malek, and his chest burned with every breath.
But he kept walking. Always.