A Glimpse Behind the Curtain!

The Playwright's lips curled into a sneer.

"Trying to bait me into handing over what you want?" she hissed.

"You're dreaming. God's gift stays with the troupe. Forever."

William's brows furrowed.

Her rank was higher than his—she had most likely reached the limit of Sequence 9.

But she had never advanced to Sequence 8.

Why?

Because she was bound to the troupe.

Even if he had abilities like [Mental Confusion], it wouldn't be enough to shake her.

His powers were too weak to penetrate her unwavering will.

She was ready to die for her story.

Then—

She smiled.

A twisted, eerie grin.

"You think you've won?"

"Look around you."

William froze.

The stench of blood filled his lungs.

His eyes flickered to the ground—

And his stomach twisted.

Bodies.

So many bodies.

Not just the Scarlet Troupe's members—

But also the Forum Master.