“Riok, Jirok! Snap out of it!”
The sea had begun to churn beneath driving wind and rain.
Bracing a trembling knee, Gyeon Riok staggered back to his feet.
“……I’m not dying. Stop making a fuss, haa.”
The eyes that had always brimmed with youth and sharp vitality were clouded and dull. Blackened veins had already spread all the way up to his neck.
“You should’ve told me! Why did you let it get this bad?!”
“Hyung…… quiet. Talk quietly. My head’s ringing.”
“An antidote? Since when—damn it, fuck, answer me already! At this rate, you really are going to die—!”
“……Task.”
“What?”
“It’s the task…… Baek Dohyun, so please, just be quiet. Fuck…….”
Baek Dohyun froze solid.
Gyeon Riok gave a weak little snort of laughter, tightened his grip around his spear, and drew a deep breath.
It hadn’t been long since they blew the whistle, yet beyond the night fog, those damn ships were already swarming toward them again.
“If you understand, then hold out. I already can’t even see—cough!”
“GYEON RIOK!!!!”
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Salva Mercury Gaspar swallowed dryly and wiped the rain from his cheek.
Everything had happened in perfect order.
In the blink of an eye.
A terrorist from the Outer Realm had appeared, the scent of war had filled the air, and amid all the confusion, some whistle had suddenly sounded……
Then the expressions of those three people had changed.
Hong Dalya moved first.
One of her eyes shone sharply as she gripped the railing.
One of her abilities, they had said, was [Clairvoyance].
An ability that allowed her…