Choi Dawit is an innate special-type.
He isn’t something separate from “Gunggi”; she herself is little different from the reincarnation of a newly born member of the Four Fiends (Sahyeong).
Don’t forget that point.
Give up any delusion of splitting it off like an exorcism or trusting in the power of friendship to make it restrain itself.
Grrrrrrrr!
Gunggi lowered her body.
A stance crouched like a predator eyeing its prey. Then a blink.
In a flash, the thing that had reached point-blank range whipped its sickle-curved claws.
KRAK-KRAK-KRAK!
The ground where Jioh had just been standing was gnawed open and gouged out.
Pebbles blasted high slammed into the barrier that deployed with zero delay and fizzled away.
“M–Master Jioh!”
“Just stay there and cheer nicely.”
A chain of teleports. Folding space to space,
Jioh set Na Jo-yeon down atop the eaves and rose to a stop in midair.
【Kill.】
【Devour them all.】
“Uh… don’t tell me that’s Gunggi’s voice?”
Seriously. Not even the voice of nature—live long enough…