"This is……."
Jin Geum-ryong saw the red hue blooming from the legend he had created.
Just a weak single flower.
Like a drop of blood fallen on a pure white snowfield, it was incredibly red yet incredibly weak.
However, that red dot soon formed a vivid shape of a plum blossom.
One flower.
Another flower.
In an instant, the blooming plum blossoms began to blend with his legend.
They melted away.
Just like the snow melting under the warm spring sun, the legends where the red plum blossoms bloomed gently melted away.
"Plum blossom?" He had heard that the volcano could no longer bloom plum blossoms.
Therefore, everyone believed that the volcano would never be resurrected.
The symbol of the volcano was, without a doubt, the plum blossom.
A volcano that could not bloom that plum blossom could not be considered the same volcano as before.
Yet, at this moment, the plum blossoms of the volcano, which he thought had vanished, bloomed once more before Jin Geum-ryong's eyes.
And they bloomed vividly and splendidly.
"Impossible!" He could understand if Cheongmyeong's sword drew plum blossoms again.
What Jin Geum-ryong could not comprehend was not that.