Mikhail let out a sigh and leaned back on his chair.
He had already returned to the university as there wasn't any need for him at the Whitemore family house.
The police and even priest Troy had assured them that they would get their payment from Richard.
They did have some problems entering the university but it wasn't much.
"..."
Right now, Mikhail stared blankly at his table which only had a diary and some notes.
He was still in the process of digesting what he had 'seen' and 'heard' because of the Artifact of Destruction.
The mess it had created left a deep scar in his mind that wasn't going anywhere soon.
'…What the hell did that mean?'
Mikhail couldn't understand why he would hear 'that' voice.
'Why would anyone come after me?'
As soon as he raised the question, he immediately got the answer.
Subconsciously, he touched his left hand finger that glowed red from time to time.
'…The Artifact of Destruction.'
