Chapter 324 The Triad Prophecies

"Victor Damone? As in Victor Cromwell?" young Tyler asked in shock. "The very same, my friend in prophecy," the boy replied with a grin. "Don't be fooled by the illusions of the Garden of Prophecies. Anybody walking on its grass is perpetually frozen in a coming-of-age body." "I see," Tyler replied, processing the new information. Victor nodded and gestured to him to be seated. "I assume you remember what I shared with you about the three of us." "The Triad Prophecies," young Tyler said slowly, the words tumbling out as his memory clicked into place like a puzzle piece. He sat at the fancy tea table in the secluded hedge enclosure. His teenage hands were wrapped around a steaming teacup that Ashley had just poured for him. Victor Damone sat across from him, that confident grin still in place, while Ashley Palmer busied herself serving cookies. Natalie—young Nat, in her flowing white dress—sat beside him, smiling as if she had met childhood friends. Victor leaned back slightly, chucklin