The mist over Suyuan Mountain was dense. Klein Faust stared at the gradually vanishing Eden Hotel before him, the hem of his white coat rustling in the mountain wind. His knuckles were white, and Lelia's blood—his sister's blood—still stained his palm.
Virgil's betrayal felt like a rusty iron nail, deeply embedded in his skull, causing a dull ache with every breath. Compared to that, his sister's death was nothing. He had already been looking for an opportunity to get rid of her.
"Virgil... Dai Lin..." He muttered these names, his teeth grinding with hatred.
The Eden Hotel had collapsed, and Pandora's Eye had been taken by Dai Lin. But Suyuan Mountain—a mountain range surrounding the hotel, an almost fully devoured hunting ground by the High-dimensional Abyss. Here, he could start over.
"Doctor Jin." Klein didn't turn around, his voice cold as a scalpel slicing through ice.
