Chapter 807 - 809
Jude swallowed hard. "It’s not just following me." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "It’s a part of me."
The man nodded. "And now, they’ll never stop hunting you."
Jude closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. The weight of what he had just seen pressed against his chest, suffocating.
For the first time in his life, he wasn’t just running from something.
He was running toward something far worse.
The silence between them stretched as Jude tried to make sense of what had just happened. His body still felt like it didn’t fully belong to him, as though something else was moving beneath his skin, whispering in a language he didn’t understand. The entity was closer now, no longer lurking at the edges of his vision but pressed against his thoughts, waiting.
The old man watched him with something close to curiosity, though his expression remained unreadable. The woman, however, seemed more impatient. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes locked on Jude as if she was waiting for him to break.
Jude pushed himself up from the chair, his legs unsteady. "You knew," he said, directing the words at her. "You knew what would happen if I came here."
She didn’t deny it. "You needed to know."
He let out a short, bitter laugh. "And what exactly did I learn? That I’m some kind of walking curse? That this thing isn’t just following me, it’s inside me?"
The old man tilted his head slightly. "It’s not a curse. It’s a bond. One that was never meant to exist."