Fated Death?
Hearing that name, Zhou Di and Luo Na both fell into a momentary daze, memories surfacing unbidden in their minds.
It had been a few days ago, when they first arrived in Zion.
Wang Xi had commissioned them to investigate an entity called Fated Death. It might have been an organization, or something else entirely.
They had been wary then, too, but after a series of investigations and divinations, they had concluded that Fated Death was probably just a made-up name.
Later, divination had made them all sense the danger of fate.
Neither Luo Na nor Zhou Di had touched those dangers. Instead, Gu Qi had become embroiled in them. But in the end, even Gu Qi had recognized his mistake, rejected divination, and wanted to take his teammates back.
Unfortunately, Zhou Di had turned around and sold out several members of Owl in the Nightclub district.
All for this moment.
He had betrayed his teammates, lover, and friends for a chance to advance to Level 4. He had thought he had escaped fate's shackles and leaped free of his destined course.
But what had actually happened did not seem to match his original expectations.
At this point, even Zhou Di no longer knew whether fate's shackles were truly gone.
The black flames flowing from Xu Le-Fated Death in particular-left Zhou Di feeling lost.
He recalled something from his student days. A warlock had once told him that whenever people touched something beyond their control, a special energy would arise. That was a law of the world.
Some called that law fate, while others called it karma.
But karma was a notion handed down from the barbaric age. No one in the Red Moon Holy Temple believed in that theory anymore.
Now, however, Zhou Di was beginning to