Hell Difficulty Tutorial Chapter 682 – If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead

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Before the man can finish reading the letter, made of yellow paper with visible threads of mana woven into it, it bursts into wild flames. A massive blaze of golden fire shoots up to the ceiling of the room, setting it on fire.

Multiple alarms ring all at once.

A voice echoes in the room.

“It is me. Nathaniel’s not here.”

Weslin ignores her apologies. He brushes the ashes from his hands and with a single pulse extinguishes the thermal flames. For a moment, he stares at his empty hands where he once held the letter.

“What the fuck.”