Chapter 109

Archer Williams woke up with a throbbing headache, chants resounded distantly in his head accompanied with shimmering cymbals and soft hums.

Forcing his eyes open, he was instantly greeted by harsh sun light pouring directly from the window- a stark contrast of what he last remembered.

Archer recoiled, instinctively clenching his eyes shut against the harsh sunlight.

"Open your eyes," a soft voice ordered, and Archer obliged, squinting his eyes open.

His headache intensified by the moment, the chants that seemed so distant now echoed around him, but with no visible singers.

He turned around, in a desperate search for the owner of the voice who was tending to him- Master Woods.

"Why did you come? And how did you find me?" He asked, watching him struggle with himself.

His question suddenly reminded Archer of the briefcase he had risked his life to protect.

"The briefcase," he muttered, scanning the room with his eyes only, since his body was too weak to move.

Finally, at a corner in

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