Ian stopped dead in his tracks.
At the end of the narrow passage ahead, a withered figure stood silently.
In the dim purple light, the deep red Wizard Robe looked like a dried blood scab.
Murphy slowly turned around, his wrinkled face filled with bone-deep hatred.
"Ian Marcus." His voice was hoarse and grating.
"That trash Sterling must have died at your hands. For a newly promoted Level One Vaporization Wizard to kill him when he was on the verge of Liquefaction…
The secrets you carry are even more valuable than my vengeance."
Ian's pupils contracted, and his Spiritual Power tensed instantly.
Twelve Floating Crystal Cones silently merged into the space around him.
'Murphy knows my name and that I killed Sterling. He must have been watching me for a long time.'
"The Assassins in the area… are they with you?"
Ian's voice was calm, the three-layered Shield from his Ring of Overlapping Peaks already shimmering faintly on his skin.
