The dust had barely settled down on the mountain when the figure had suddenly taken a step forward.
He was a tall man, covered in a black cloak that was moving along with the wind, it was revealing glimpses of a dark, ornate armor beneath. His sword was long, jagged, and was exuding a faint killing intent, as it was resting lazily against his shoulder.
But it was not his appearance that had made Seo Ryung feel tense. It was the pressure.
Oppressive. Suffocating. Deadly.
The temperature in the mountain had seemed to drop as the figure took another step, his boots were crunching over the shattered stone.
"… Who are you?" Seo Ryung had found himself asking before he could stop himself.
The man had simply tilted his head slightly, as if he was amused. "You can call me… Cheon Ae-ru." His voice was calm, though almost bored, but it was carrying a weight that could not be ignored.
Seo Ryung swallowed down hard. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he could not manage to place it.
