Chapter 635: Jules Lyson's Letter

Seven days later. Deep into the night. Dante Easton sat cross-legged in the quiet chamber. Azure light coiled around him in slow, steady rings. Above his head, an ancient cauldron hovered, its downpouring radiance far brighter than it had been seven days ago. His injuries had healed by half. Then- Knock, knock, knock. Someone rapped on the door. "Dante." Pamela's voice carried an excitement she could barely keep contained. "Jules sent word." Dante's eyes snapped open. He surged to his feet...