Syria, Tadmor Desert — Palmyra.
“I—I surrender! I’ll do whatever you say! Please, spare me, please!”
An ancient city once dedicated to the gods. The Palmyra ruins, once a brilliant legacy of human civilization, had become no different from a desolate wasteland after the long civil war and the monster gates.
The tug-of-war between government forces and rebels never stopped. For now, the rebels controlled the area.
With the way they smashed everything in sight, it was hard to tell who the real monsters were.
“…I remember your face. You used a rifle to bet on the kids playing ball in front of the truck. I won’t forget that for a long time. And now you’re afraid to die?”
His voice was quiet, but the man clearly didn’t understand Korean. All he did was rub his hands together and beg in terror.
He’d just watched his comrades butchered in an instant—of course he was terrified.
Baek Dohyun tightened his grip. The knife tip pressed into the man’s flesh, right up under the uvula.
“Eeek! S–spare—”
“You die here today. No matter what. The only difference is whether…