“Ah!”
Th–thank goodness. Na Jo-yeon let out a breath of relief. The Taebaek Range had almost been put in danger…
“She is in a safe place, right?”
Her careful question was just like Koreans checking the locations of Jioh and Chairman Jung Myeong-jae right before a typhoon hits.
“Hello? She’s triple-A rank, you know? Way higher than you—what are you freaking out about?”
“Hic… that’s mean! I’m just a worry-wart Korean…”
Leaving Dobi’s lame excuse behind, Jioh flicked a glance up at the sky.
Tuk, tuk!
As the layers of the membrane peeled away one by one, raindrops punched through.
With a blade whose edge he hadn’t even set, Bohyeon, heedless of the commotion around him, calmly and steadily snipped the barrier’s joints apart.
As the eye-wash illusions slowly vanished, the wreckage of battle was already coming into view—even though they were still a fair distance from 〈Heta〉’s main seat.
‘No ranking shifts.’
No one had died yet.
That was enough.
So long as they were alive, they could be saved—no matter what.
“Now move.”
At the chilly baritone, Bohyeon, who had been dismantling the barrier, looked back. He had only undone the surface-level blocking formulae so far, though—
But he stepped aside without a word.
The…