Epilogue, Not the End, But a Beginning (1)
Great Korean Empire, Incheon.
Inside the Zone A Shelter.
At the tremendous sounds of impact coming from outside, the civilians who had evacuated to the shelter trembled in fear.
KWAANG!
KWA-RRRRRRRRRUMBLE.
The space shook.
According to Kim Jun-hyuk’s explanation, the shelter had ten layers of magical defenses, but people’s faces turned pale as they saw stone dust falling from the ceiling.
Was it said that humans are creatures of imagination? Every time a tremendous impact was heard, every time they saw stone dust fall before their eyes, their ominous imaginations swelled.
“…Don’t tell me the forces of the Great Korean Empire have been defeated.”
“Then we’re finished, too. No matter how many layers of magical defenses we have, they’re nothing against an absolute ruler.”
“Hey, don’t say such unlucky things!”
“What? Unlucky? I’m just stating reality!”
It was truly a scene of pandemonium.
At first, the people held on with their faith in Roman Dmitry, but as time passed, their belief was inevitably shaken.
Still, besides raising their voices, no other problems occurred.
At least until a message arrived from the outside, most people firmly believed that Roman Dmitry would resolve the issue.
In fact, there were no other options in the first place.