Jioh looked on. Beom lifted his hand with detached patience. Then he simply drew his body back.
When he took a magic-use cigarette from his inner pocket and clamped it between his lips, his face was back to its usual unhurried ease.
“…Sentinels are a finicky lot to meet. By default, they exist outside the human fence, and they rarely step out of their own domain.”
“Huh? You just said you could contact one.”
“There’s one with a peculiar fondness for the human world. For whatever reason he’s left his domain, and I heard he’s in New York right now.”
It wasn’t the kind of chance that comes easily. Most of them live at the extreme edges of the surface.
“Hmmm, seeing you’re on speaking terms, should I assume they’re similar beings to you?”
Transcendents.
Like the “Guiju” before my eyes who first gained selfhood back in the Three Kingdoms era; like the “Fairy Queen” actually sighted in Ireland;…