If you’ve decided, don’t hesitate.
Even if that means executing the fox who shared your childhood—no exceptions.
A king and death are inseparable companions.
Mercy is attachment; hesitation only leads to blunder.
With the chime of a skill activating, the feel of the weapon in her hand turned cold.
The embodiment of Death.
The blade tore the air mercilessly. The fox-mage squeezed her eyes shut. And—
Chakagagang—!
A shockwave swept the night forest all around.
…
Hoo—hoo.
The cry of a scops owl and tight, tense breaths shredded the stillness.
Jioh muttered,
“…Move.”
A spear barred her front—Gyeon Riok’s—and an arm circled her waist and wrist from behind—Beom’s.
Wind brushed her bangs aside.
At breath’s length, a golden flash inside two chill-bright eyes cast a hair-raising aura.
Gyeon Riok bit his lip.
Kkagagang!
Sparks spat between the reaping scythe of death and the long spear that met it.
‘Crazy…’
[Constellation, ‘Young Lord of Forest and Moon,’ sends a strong warning to fall back immediately.]
By raw strength alone, he should have the edge. To put it simply—spearman versus mage.
But this was ‘Library Form.’
Now that that omniscient…