The Fox alone was a terrifying, seemingly insurmountable obstacle—a scar on his past and a shadow over his future. Now, he had to contend with a second, equally dangerous force lurking in the darkness, one that was just as likely to kill the Fox as it was to exterminate humanity.
What truly gnawed at him was the realisation of his own ignorance. In his past life, he had been a powerhouse, a man who thought he knew the secrets of the heavens.
Yet he had never heard of these Mystic Arts practitioners—neither human nor monster. He had never suspected that the "Great Catastrophe" was an engineered harvest.
He had died believing the Dark Masters were the architects of the world's end, never realising they were just the hired help.
"What determines when a world is ready to be destroyed?" William asked suddenly, breaking a long period of heavy silence.
