A back growing damp and soaked. The scent of blood spreading quickly. A warm and sticky sensation.
Seolhwa looked down at her own hand. Something that had once been so familiar to her, yet was now becoming strangely foreign, stained her hand. It was death.
From Yu Kang, the stench of death was wafting.
“…”
Her heart began to pound. Her mind grew distant, and a ringing sound echoed in her ears. Seolhwa's fingertips trembled.
Despite having witnessed countless deaths, a distant feeling she had never experienced before seized her. The sound of wheezing breaths felt more menacing than any other sound.
“How is he? Does he look like he's about to die? It's too dark to see clearly, this…”
Seolhwa raised her gaze to look at the Yellow Dragon Unit Leader. A red energy flickered within her pupils.
“Wow… Looking at me like that is a bit frightening, you know…?”
“Why did you do it…?”
“Hmm…”
As if it were nothing, the Yellow Dragon Unit Leader flicked the blood off his sword.
“I didn't originally plan to step in. But seeing such foolishness right before my eyes was frustrating. To think all this fuss is because you couldn't catch one little brat.”
“…”
‘Yellow Dragon Unit Leader, Namgung Horak.’
There was only one piece of information Seolhwa knew about Namgung Horak.
‘The beloved of Yeon Soran, and the biological father of Namgung Soryong.’