Chapter 132

Ethan flipped through the pages rapidly, one after another, until he reached the end, where a single line appeared.

“Time heals all wounds.”

Ethan paused, taken aback; he recalled yesterday’s The Fire of Judgment, how the log’s final page had delivered a dire warning.

He’d assumed this level might follow suit with a similar rule, but this seemed ... different?

For a moment, Ethan couldn’t be sure.

...

Meanwhile, in Mason and Victor’s group, a parallel scene unfolded.

Mason scoured inside for clues, while Victor stood watch outside.

At that instant, Victor’s mind churned with thoughts.

He recalled Julian’s orders: seize any chance to off Mason.

For Victor, that’d be child’s play.

Killing? Hot iron or cold steel, even staging suicide—piece of cake.

But—

Only outside Dreamplay, and on non-Dreamwalkers.

Those “investors” wouldn’t stand for it; even his Blessing-giver forbade such acts.

So he bided time, hunting the perfect opening.

Victor’s background ran deep; unassuming looks hid a stone-cold killer.

Orphaned, raised by a gang, drilled in assassin’s arts—he’d risen above the pack, racking merits for the outfit.