Chapter 180: Rescued

Walter felt the searing burn travel down his arm, an agony so intense it felt as though the skin was peeling away in sheets. His wide eyes darted down, catching sight of his arm smoldering, wisps of smoke curling up into the air like dark tendrils. Within moments, the fire erupted, vivid flames licking at his flesh, red and orange dancing over his skin. From within the smoke, a face emerged—distorted, malicious, laughing at his agony. It was a face he knew all too well, the very one he had twisted with cruelty and tormented beyond recognition. The memory of his own handiwork became his worst nightmare. The scream tore from his throat, raw and primal. Desperation gripped him as he shoved Caitlin away, his hands slapping at his arm, trying to extinguish the blaze that ravaged his body. The sickening scent of burning flesh filled the air, clinging to the back of his throat. It was the stench of his own demise, a taste of the pain he had once inflicted upon others. Caitlin stumbled backw