“P–Patriarch… khk! I am ashamed.”
“It is enough. I know you did your utmost. Set your mind at ease and stabilize.”
Having set the Fifth Elder down in a safe place, White Bird looked back.
A cairn of collapsed stone whose shape was hard to even gauge. With a body not whole, how much had they dug through it—
the hands of the Fifth Elder and the Guardians were a ruin.
Eokgeop Okmyeoljin (意封獄滅陣)…
With this, breaking the head of Haetae’s mountain would be entirely possible.
White Bird had seen that formation only through the records in the library. It was an advanced array exclusive to the Wolgye Hong clan; she’d heard the Great Guardian Hong Goya had been painstakingly researching it in life, but—
So before passing on, he completed it after all.
As for how Haneulbi came to possess it, she did not know.
“Bring me my sword. You brought it, didn’t you.”
The Fifth Elder nodded with difficulty and, with trembling hands, drew out the scabbard and offered it.
White Bird rose, claiming her blade with a familiar sensation.
The culprit was Haneulbi. There was no room for denial. And she was not ignorant of what had stood by and allowed him to come to this state, of what…