"The Time Trace Bloodline... will be reborn under your gaze..."
The voice was hoarse and frenzied, filled with a chilling fanaticism.
The next second, the image shattered.
The muttering faded, and the madness receded.
Ian withdrew his finger and let out a long breath. He had consumed nearly ten percent of his Spiritual Power, as if he had just been through a grueling fight.
He immediately copied down the material's source identification number.
"Rose Commerce Association..." he murmured, his head bowed in thought.
Gaga's small claws gripped his collar tightly.
"Ian, the corruption from this piece of meat... it feels a lot like the one from Aidele's father."
"Mm."
Ian closed the casket's lid. The Lead-Sealed Rune flared to life again, completely imprisoning the nauseating darkness within.
"It's not just similar... it's from the exact same source."
He turned, walked to the lab bench, and spread out a new sheet of parchment.
