"Welcome to the City of Dark Heaven, Max Voidwalker."
A group of young man and woman welcomed Max.
But—
The words struck like a blade.
Not Morgan.
Not the name he used in public.
Voidwalker.
Max stiffened.
That name wasn't supposed to be spoken so freely. It wasn't something that should be known outside of a select few, and yet—here they were.
Saying it like it was nothing.
Like it was common knowledge.
His mind raced.
The Black Lotus Guild had always been an enigma. He knew they had known about his secret. But this?
This was different.
This wasn't just the higher-ups knowing his secrets.
This wasn't just the whispers in the dark.
It seemed like every single person here knew.
The sheer exposure of it wasn't just concerning—it was dangerous.
A breeze swept through the street, making the lantern lights flicker. Shadows danced along the cobbled pathways, shifting with an unnatural stillness.
Then—she stepped forward.
