"Someone from the cultists…?"
Damien walked through the city streets, his steps slow, gaze unfocused. His thoughts drifted back to the wave of killing intent he had felt just outside the city gates.
It wasn't a random feeling. That sort of hatred—sharp, targeted, personal—only came from someone who knew him.
He was almost certain.
It had come from someone among the Forbidden Breath cultists.
But… why?
He had never interfered with them. Never crossed paths. He hadn't even taken an interest in them until today. So what reason would they have to mark him?
His brow furrowed in thought.
Then, without warning, a silver gleam lit up his pupils.
Unknowingly, his [Accelerated Cognition] skill had activated, responding to his surge of curiosity. His mind sped up, filtering through memories like flipping through a book at lightning speed.
And then—
A flash.
A memory surfaced, rising from deep within the fog of his mind.
