Ssssss—!!!
The moon vanished from the blackened sky. The one thing still giving off light crumbled, and shadow settled over the cold forest.
Darkness came.
Something ominous and unpleasant. Vast and bottomless.
Feeling it, Namgung Hyeong let out a soundless groan before he realized it.
—Descendant.
Noea’s voice rang in his head. At that voice, the stiffness in his body loosened a little.
“Ghk…”
His blocked breath burst out.
“Haa… haah…”
His body constricted on its own, as if stopping his breath from flowing. Cold sweat streamed from his pores, soaking his body.
‘What is this?’
What is this.
With trembling eyes, Namgung Hyeong looked ahead.
Pzzzt…
It was the man in black martial robes, gripping the thunder qi.
He had long hair and stood nearly eight cheok tall.
And he casually crushed the thunder qi in his hand.
‘…Huh.’
And that thunder qi— it was Cheonjon’s, the supreme being of the Namgung family…