Chapter 608

As the night deepened and the island was shrouded in a thick veil of darkness, Jude drifted into a fitful sleep. His dreams quickly took a familiar, haunting turn. The same dream that had plagued him for weeks now replayed in vivid detail: a mysterious witch and her treacherous son.

The dream always began in the same way. Jude stood on the edge of a dense, misty forest. Before him, a cloaked figure moved with an ethereal grace, her presence commanding yet sorrowful. This was the witch. Her face was partially hidden, but her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. She seemed ancient and wise, her very being intertwined with the island's primal energies.