Kaito stood back, staring at the man who had just given him the worst news of his life. Angela's blood could make anyone immortal? The thought alone made his head spin. It sounded insane, yet something inside him told him it wasn't a lie. Could Mr. Slade really be making this up? No, not now, not in a moment like this. No one in their right mind would lie about something so heavy.
"You must be thinking about what I said," Mr. Slade murmured. "It sounds like a fantasy, but it's not, Kaito. There is much more you need to know."
"How come I never saw that in the prophecy?" Kaito asked, his brows pressed tight. Every pack was given the scroll, and he had heard it read over and over. Not once did it ever speak of Angela's blood or her power to make anyone immortal.
"I don't know," Mr. Slade rasped, his voice trembling. "But you should be worried. Someone tampered with the prophecy. They erased her part." He coughed hard, his face pale, his eyes dimming with every passing second.
