「For my absence this time as well, Grand Elder, you take the seat. As the Patriarch’s most trusted friend.」
“G–Grand Elder!”
“Grand Elder-nim! Blood!”
Sssshhhhh—!
Thud… The rain that had been falling in sparse drops was, before anyone noticed, pouring down in sheets.
Yet the blood spilled today was so thick—so dark—that even the lashing rain could not wash it away.
I don’t remember how I made it out of there. Only that I ran, desperately, taking the attacks pouring in from all sides with my whole body.
Because I had to protect White Bird’s people. Because… I promised.
Choi Dawit wiped her blood-soaked face any which way. Forcing strength into the one eye that wouldn’t quite open, she stood before the disciples.
At the central shrine of the main seat of 〈Heta〉, in front of the Daeyeongjeon.
They, too, were in bad shape, in the thick of battle against the raiders’ sudden attack.
“Who’s worrying about who? No time! The First Elder’s group betrayed us! Grab the people we have left and evacuate, now!”
“It’s too late! The enemy has…