Thump, thump.
A shiver ran over his whole body.
Gooseflesh wouldn’t leave the back of his neck. Baek Dohyun steadied his trembling frame and stared at the unbelievable reality before his eyes.
On the battlefield at sunset, under a rain of arrows—
Gyeon Jioh, incongruously dressed in modern clothes, flicked her hand and bounced the demons away again. She glanced back.
Everything felt like slow motion. She curled a sly smile.
“Head still not on straight? Why’re you spacing out?”
“…How—how on earth are you here?!”
“Hey, don’t yell. You think I came because I wanted to? You blew up the expected lineup from the very first pitch, so every last S-rank got dragged here before they could even get their bearings.”
S-ranks? All of them?
Catching the keywords amidst her grumbling, Baek Dohyun’s eyes widened.
“Right now… don’t tell me you mean all the Korean S-ranks were summoned? Even Riok and the Dawn guildmaster, everyone?”
“Yep. Hearing it out loud, makes you feel like my regressor shelf life has…