Lu Bu'er clutched his faintly aching forehead, his mind flashing back to all the clues he had found so far, and he finally pieced together a horrifying truth within the fog.
This thought seemed to plunge him into an endless abyss, much like the thick night around him that could not be dissolved, with Omega's expressionless face appearing at the very end of the darkness.
There was a bizarre serenity in that indifference.
As if silently mocking their ignorance.
"Why?"
Lianhua had tried mind-reading, but all she extracted was a chilling coldness. She gently reached out to touch his hair, trying to soothe his suddenly uncontrollable emotions.
"It was only after Constantine failed his Ascension in the Arctic that he appeared here."
Lu Bu'er felt his blood run cold, his lifted eyes becoming hollow and pale: "But in history, Constantine wasn't the only one who disappeared after heading to the Arctic."
Lianhua's outstretched hand suddenly stiffened midair.