Chapter 1114

 1114 Confusion
Just then, Logan felt a searing pain shoot through his palm. His eyes darted wildly before landing on Tobias, who had thrown the coin.
Tobias was just an ordinary man whose energy was as mediocre as his lifespan. How did he know how to use the Epoch Collection? The darkness in Logan’s eyes began to recede rapidly. He was worried that if he didn’t retreat, the coin’s power would consume him entirely. For years, he had not endured such torment. This was no ordinary borrowing of power. It was an intensity he had never experienced, not even from Mt. Dragon’s mediums.
If he delayed his escape any further, he would be reduced to ashes.
The Quinnells were not as simple as they appeared. Even the person he knew best, the seemingly
frivolous entertainer, could wield the Epoch Collection’s power.
To utilize the coin’s power, one had to be proficient in the art. Tobias was no ordinary man.
The moment the coin was unleashed, Logan felt drained. Behind him, a shadowy mist emerged before dispersing rapidly.
Logan’s face was ashen, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. Luckily, his vision had returned. His feet, however, seemed to ooze a dark substance, leaving a trail of wetness wherever he walked.
Gazing at Tobias, Logan’s eyes clouded with confusion. “Toby, why are you here, too?”
Tobias was often the life of the party among his peers, hence the occasional address of ‘Toby”.
“Don’t you remember I was here?” Tobias raised an eyebrow, not fully trusting Logan’s words. After all, his behavior had been far too erratic.
Logan appeared disoriented. He pressed his hands against his head and swayed back and forth.
“I only remember Wynter telling me to come to the Quinnell residence. She said that I would be better off living here. That’s why I came. I remember…” Logan’s voice trailed off abruptly.
“I went to the Fenton residence before I came here. I encountered some strange things there.”
Before Tobias could inquire further, a voice echoed from the doorway. It was Wynter, who was accompanied by Dalton and a white-haired young man Tobias had never seen before.
Tobias furrowed his brow and asked, “Where’s Wolf?”
“He’s recuperating at Mt. Dragon,” Dalton replied.
As Tobias’ biggest patron, Dalton held the power to determine his stage performances and potential collaboration with Rowan. Hence, he didn’t pursue the matter further.
Wolf had always been by Wynter’s side. Now, there was a new person beside Wynter with white hair that didn’t seem dyed. Perhaps, he had albinism.
Tobias didn’t have any prejudice against those with such conditions. However, the man seemed to be hesitant to speak up. He seemed underaged, too.
What was it that made him hesitate to speak?
But that wasn’t important. For now, the main focus was on Logan’s strange behavior.
Upon seeing Wynter, Logan visibly relaxed. The fear in his eyes subsided, yet his voice remained unsteady.
“I saw Mr. Fenton Senior engrossed in smelling candle wax. He leaned in close to the candle like this.”
Logan demonstrated, his movements oddly contorted.
“I’m sure of what I saw,” he insisted.