It was faint, but it jabbed hard at the sense of smell.
“Jioh!”
For some reason, a bad premonition.
Gyeon Jioh turned to the people running toward her, calling her name.
At the front was a Babylon guild member—someone she knew well, a supporter-team secretary directly under Gyeon Riok. She handled the Chancellor’s office.
The woman hurried up and held out what was in her hand.
“T-this just arrived in front of the Chancellor’s office window, so I thought you had to see it…!”
“From my memory when I was in guild reception… it matches Mr. Choi Dawit’s hunter license. Chancellor.”
Jioh took the item without a word. Dampness spread across her palm.
A thread bracelet, soaked in blood. The small bird-shaped pendant at the end was dyed red, one wing broken.
It was Choi Dawit’s. He always wore it—Jioh remembered at once.
“Any message?”
“None. It just… came on the wind and dropped…!”
“A call for rescue.”
Beom summed it up evenly beside her.…