'Now what the hell does that mean?' Gu Jun's head hurt. With the echo of each word, his brain would pound with greater intensity. 'Mask-bearer is not evil?'
The shadow beside the giant podium was becoming blurrier. It appeared like with each word, the shadow was fading further away, its voice harder to follow. "…Phecda Chaos… Secret Spell… Wearing a Mask… Gu Jun…" He heard his own name, the shadow knew his identity but at this point, that seemed to be a given… Ultimately, the questions were, who was this? And what was it trying to tell him?
