Adam glanced at the wall in front of him with a grim look in his eyes.
Presently, he was in the second basement of his manor. The underground chamber had been converted into his personal laboratory for experiments and brewing potions.
This was the same place where he had found Valerian lying unconscious on the cold table almost a decade ago. This was where Voraxus snapped Antero Mortem's neck like breaking a twig in half.
He had thought that the matter had concluded that night. That Valerian was kidnapped, and then saved. That the kidnapper had been apprehended and killed.
So why, then, was Adam back here now, at the place where it had all ended, to begin things anew?
He knew he was not being paranoid. Perhaps a part of him really did think that he was. But he believed that he was on the cusp of grasping something very crucial.
In front of him, several parchments were pinned to the wall, covered with Adam's notes and scribbled observations.
