Six years—what do you mean, six years?
This time it was obvious at a glance that it wasn’t a joke.
The scene outside the gate had been crammed with corpses, not a spot to set your foot. I’d figured it wasn’t just a day or two.
But like that, every single day—for six years.
You held off the monster waves alone? Jioh was dumbfounded. No—more than that—
“There’s a limit to being a damn fool.”
He was annoyed.
A cold voice. It rang as sharp as the weight of the silence hanging over them.
All eyes that had been staring at White Bird in awe—or in shock—turned.
Two people with the bonfire between them.
Even before the same heat, they contrasted starkly. Jioh’s eyes turned cold on White Bird.
“Even if time flows differently inside and out, six years should mean time passed outside, too—does that not occur to you? Do you not care about the people waiting for you?”
The backs of the family who couldn’t leave the front doorstep; the back of Choi Dawit, who bore the weight of Seorak alone.
One by…