Snow fell coldly, layering the ground with a pristine white surface. Amidst it all, there stood a young man, cradling a woman who seemed to resemble the snow itself.
Blood was scattered everywhere, a vivid contrast to the serene breaths of the young man standing amidst the chaos.
And there, watching him, was an old man.
[Child.]
The old man called out to the young man.
At his call, the young man slowly lifted his head.
His red hair swayed, revealing his eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
A deep, dark red.
So intense it resembled the blood soaking the ground.
The old man, upon meeting those eyes, felt an involuntary chill run through him.
Still, he hid his unease and spoke.
[Isnât this enoughâ¦?]
A plea laced with desperation.
[Stop nowâ¦]
[â¦What is itâ¦]
The young man interrupted, his voice cutting through the old manâs words.
[What, exactly, has been achieved�]
As he spoke, the young man tightened his grip on the woman in his arms.
[Nothing has been accomplished.]
[Child.]
Fwoosh!
[â¦!]
As the old man attempted to take a step forward,
a fiery blaze surged toward him.
However, the flames didnât reach him.
Someone had pulled the old man back just in time.
[Are you trying to get yourself killed? Pull yourself together.]
[â¦Patriarch Hwangbo.]
The man who had intervened was the head of the Hwangbo clan, known as the King of Force in his era.