He frowned slightly and stepped inside the house.
It was neat. Too neat.
Then he saw it.
A folded piece of paper was resting on the table.
Victor picked it up.
The handwriting was familiar... unmistakably belonging to Tarkos.
> "You disappeared again, bastard. I had pressing matters to attend to. Couldn't wait for your return. But we'll meet up at the hidden legacy realm on the day the exploration begins. Don't die before I get back."
"And Fang Chen—"
"If you're reading this, it means things are about to get interesting."
Victor smiled faintly.
"So you're still alive," he murmured but then paused.
"This note was is dated six months ago... how did he know about the hidden legacy realm if it wasn't announced yet at that time?"
His brows knit together.
"How did he know?"
