Held tight against him, Jioh could catch a faint yet familiar scent.
A man who could lounge with a cigarette between his lips even in the middle of a battlefield.
Beom raised one eyebrow.
“…You’re not surprised.”
“Should I be?”
“Your nerve is impressive.”
— Deputy Guild Master! Are you all right?
A voice rolled down from above, breaking the subtle air between them.
With a wry breath, he murmured an apology and gently gathered Jioh up. Then he brought his mouth to the call button at his coat collar.
“Two survivors confirmed. Extraction complete.”
A few minutes before Gyeon Jioh fell—
“No! Unnie!!”
“Don’t lower your shield to the end! Block! Keep your eyes straight on the arrow’s line!”
“Let me go!”
“Get a grip, Geum-hee! You want us all to die like dogs?”
It had been an unstable demon lair from the start.
Right after the two of them tumbled into the snake hole, a rockfall came down under the ripple of battle.
By anyone’s measure, self-rescue was impossible.
So while one could fully understand how Gyeon Geum-hee felt watching her Unnie drop right before her eyes…
The foreman’s crew, barely squeezed in behind a stone gate, spoke low.
“Please calm down! It’s just as dire for us over here. You know…