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CHAPTER 199
The cell smelled of rust and old fear—one borne out of the depths of human consciousness. The light bulb flickered above Jeffery Flamel, buzzing like a dying insect, throwing brief, cruel flashes across his tired face. He saw against the wall, head tilted back, chest rising and falling as if breathing took a piece of his soul each time.His knuckles were raw. He had been pounding the wall again—notnin madness, but rhythm. It was the only thing that reminded him that he was still here, still flesh. Every hit brought the same thought: You are not him. You are not Aadam. You didn't kill the Prescotts...The whisper still crawled beneath his skin, sometimes faint, sometimes loud enough to drown his thoughts. He could feel it brushing the edge of his mind like a nail scraping glass. Every now and then, it spoke—a single word, a single command—and each time, his resistance thinned a little more.He pressed his palms against his temples and muttered under his breath, "You're not getting in.
CHAPTER 198
The night had not slept. It brooded above the city—thick, heavy, and breathing through clouds like a beast watching its prey. The rain had stopped, but the air was still drenched in sorrow and smoke.Inside the cell, Jeffery hadn't moved for hours. His eyes were open but distant, fixed on the faint shimmer of moonlight that filtered through the barred window. His mind was a battlefield—echoes of Aadam's laughter, Rita's promise, and his own guilt colliding in endless repetition.He had lost count of time. Whether it was morning or midnight meant anymore. What mattered was the whisper that kept threading itself through his consciousness—a faint hum buried beneath his heartbeat."You will come."The voice again. Aadam's. It wasn't a hallucination anymore. It was a command. And the terrifying part was that some hidden part of him wanted to obey.Jeffery pressed his palm to his temple, breathing heavily."No... not again," he muttered. "You won't have me, Aadam."He felt a sudden pull—a t
CHAPTER 197
The corridor smelled of old rain and iron. In the cell, the light bulb swung once, twice, catching Jeffery's bruised face and throwing his shadow against the cracked wall. He lay back, breathing shallow, the metal bars a cold lattice between him and the night. The echo of Aadam's voice had not left him; it lingered like a bitter aftertaste, an impossible taste of someone who had once been flesh and jokes and arrogance, now speaking like a god.You cannot stop what has already begun...The sentence wrapped itself around his ribs, squeezing tightly. He pressed his palm to the rough concrete and felt the hum beneath the stone—not the slow, living throb of a heart, but a thin, alien vibration that resonated with the marrow in his bones. The Dark Stone had not only taken Aadam; it had braided itself into the ley-lines of his life, and now it tugged at Jeffery through threads he could not name.If Aadam sat upon a throne of shadow in his visions, then Jeffery understood where his own throne
CHAPTER 196
Jeffery's eyes snapped open. The cell around him was silent again, but his pulse thundered like war drums. The voice had been faint—yet too clear to dismiss as imagination.Aadam. That man was here a few moments ago.He rose shakily, gripping the bars. The chill of the metal seeped into his palms as he whispered under his breath, "You're alive... and you're calling me?"No answer. Only the slow drip of water from the ceiling.But deep inside, his Ether stirred—faint ripples moving through his weakened meridians. Something had brushed against his consciousness, something vast and suffocating.He was just here, he thought within himself. I heard him speak to me... to my consciousness... he was here...He shut his eyes, trying to trace the echo. But before he could, pain shot through his temples. He gasped, clutching his head. Visions bled into his mind—flashes of an endless void, of a throne made of shadow, and a figure standing before it.Aadam.But it wasn't the man he once knew. The
CHAPTER 195
The cell was cold. Too cold and damp. Every sound echoed—the faint drip of water, the scratch of chains, the distant murmur of guards outside.Jeffery sat in silence, his back against the wall. His coat had been taken, his arm still wrapped in torn fabric. The faint traces of the woman's healing Qi still pulsed within him, keeping him alive—but only barely.I can't believe I allowed all this to happen, he thought within himself. I caused everything that happened this night...His mind replayed the night over and over. The explosion. The voices. The crater. And those words—Oblivion's Heir. And he blamed himself for everything that had happened.If he had controlled himself back then and not felt humiliated by Aadam, he wouldn't have kicked him. And if he hadn't kicked Aadam, making the security guards to send him out, then he wouldn't have found the Dark Stone to begin with.If any of this hadn't happen, the Prescotts would have still been alive. The Dark Stone would still be lost and
CHAPTER 194
The night was cold again. Too quiet.Jeffery had watched as the mysterious woman vanished into the dark forest, every sign of her presence erased.As he felt himself becoming healed he couldn't help but ponder everything she had said. Oblivion's Heir? What is the meaning of that? And why is she really helping me to begin with?He then began wondering who this woman really was. He had never met her before. He had never even heard about her. Just who was she?He didn't have the chance to complete his thoughts because at that moment the echo of sirens broke through the forest's stillness as beams of white and blue light cut through the mist. Leaves rustled under polished boots; voices murmured in confusion and disbelief.He had wanted to leave before anyone arrived. But it was too late now. His biggest fear was now coming to fruition. People were arriving faster than he had anticipated. There was no way he was going to escape now.Dozens of people had arrived—cops, estate security, and t
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