Renee Kane's gaze was fixed on the final page of the journal.
On one of the monsters—its exact shape made unrecognizable by the sloppy brushstrokes—was the distinct outline of the very same symbol that appeared after Broken Boat's name!
Renee Kane suddenly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head.
'Raloa Island... what kind of place is it, really?'
'Are the scenes depicted in this so-called Explorer's Journal from the past, the future, or part of a loop?'
'Then... what about my own rebirth?'
'If Broken Boat was after my "energy" in my past life, then why was I reborn?'
A flicker of confusion crossed Renee Kane's eyes. She had assumed the path to survival was a straight line—that if she just kept moving forward, she would naturally find the solutions to all her problems.
But now, a thick fog was beginning to gather before her.
"Master…"
Beside her, Snowball showed a rare hint of unease.
