Damien pointed at the pitch-black cave, somewhat angry at Curtis.

If he had already arrived here a long time ago, why didn’t he look for Irina first? What was more important than her?

As Irina looked at the black and green mountain slope, she could imagine how fierce the fire was that day. She stumbled and felt like she was about to faint.

The sensations she felt that day weren’t just all in her head. They were real. Curtis really had been burnt alive. Who could have done such a cruel thing? Irina quickly went through all the clues in her mind, and one name popped into her head-Muir!

Now...