"This isn't just poison," Apollo said, his voice grave. "It's cursed. The only way to save him is to find whoever cast the curse… and kill them."
Grey's eyes widened. That changed everything. Even if he used his blood pact, it might not work—Isaac's life still hung on the condition that they eliminate the person responsible for the curse.
Grey scanned the group, trying to piece together who was behind this. Ken was still clutching Mason's collar, both of them shouting weakly at each other, their strength waning. Talia lay on the ground, groaning in pain, her face pale as she gripped her stomach.
Then, in a flash of clarity, Grey's eyes fell on someone, and the truth hit him like a bolt of lightning.
*How could I have missed this?*
It had been right in front of him all along.
Gritting his teeth, he activated [Quickstep], instantly closing the distance between him and the culprit. Without hesitation, he thrust his blade forward.
