Chapter 114

At the southern bank of Redwood River, Alistair was in a wheelchair, watching the raging river with a sense of wistfulness.

The river would never stop flowing for anyone, and that was the same for time.

The surging waves would wear down those who dared to oppose them.

Back then, the Slades left a trail of blood behind them at Redwood River on their journey to glory. Eventually, they fell from grac