The battlefield was a wreck.
Massive cracks carved deep trenches through the earth, jagged stone formations jutted up like broken teeth, and chunks of debris teetered on unstable ground. Dust still lingered in the air, swirling lazily in the aftermath of chaos.
Yewon stood at the center of it all, arms crossed, surveying the destruction with a slow, deliberate scan. Her gaze flickered over the shattered terrain, the way the ground had fractured unnaturally, the sheer scale of it all. She clicked her tongue.
"This level of devastation… You must have some serious earth-based abilities."
Echo barely had time to register her words before he saw it—the way Jin, Joon, and Doyun, in perfect synchronization, turned their heads toward him. No hesitation. No second guesses. Just immediate blame.
Echo exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. Of course.
"Not exactly," he muttered.
Yewon raised a brow. "Then what did you—"
All three of them pointed at him.
