Chapter 565: Fragments of Memory

On the eighth day at the Sage's old residence, the footprints in front of the house had crept to within a yard of the main entrance. On the ninth night, Levi Shamrock curled up on the wooden bed, barely daring to move. He saw those figures standing almost flush against the outside of the window. By the moonlight, Levi could make out their sharp silhouettes on the windowpane. Every figure stood perfectly still, staring at him in total silence. "There are more of them…" A cold sweat broke out all...