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“Gwen, it’s me. I’m here. Partner, it’s me. Look at me. Okay? Wake up, Gwenaël……!”
Please…… pleeease……!
All those years of grueling training became meaningless, and the steadfast life he had lived seemed almost laughable.
The agent who had once prided himself on his taciturn nature fell apart completely, screaming his partner’s name.
Wi Mukjun’s agonized cry tore through the hall.
The merfolk did not open their eyes despite his desperate calls. The dead were always that still.
“…….”
Hwanghon silently dropped into one of the audience seats.
Blood dripped from the suit soaked through with it. As though accustomed to this, he roughly rubbed away the bloodstain on the back of his neck, pulled a piece of Wow gum from his inner pocket, and chewed it noisily.
The familiar sweetness soothed what remained of his hunger.
Hwanghon’s [Gate] had closed, but the traces left behind after his hungry ghosts and asuras swept through the place remained horrific.
There was only one person here without so much…