"Ugh, whatâs this."
âReally... what a mess.â
In the narrowing field of vision, Uijae could hear Sayoung muttering. Uijae frowned as he glared at Kkoko. The bright, intense light soon faded. Kkoko was still curled up in Sayoung's hand, her tiny eyes firmly shut. Uijae crossed his arms.
âSo, did anything come out of this?â
â...â
âLetâs just leave it and go find Yun Gaeul.â
"Koook!"
Kkoko flapped her tiny wings and let out a loud cry. Her tiny eyes seemed to glimmer with strange intelligence. However, the only response she got was two cold stares. Kkoko folded her wings carefully and started babbling. Urgent whispers spilled from her cute face.
âHey, donât call me, friend! I just came to say that real quick.â
âWhy?â
âWell, because that guyâs the owner here. Weâre trespassing.â
âSo this isnât a dream but a separate space?â
âThatâs right. Itâs like the Memorial Dungeon you visited before... Ah! Fine, I get it, I get it.â
*Bzzz!* Sparks flickered from Kkokoâs round, smooth body. She jumped in place, her beak moving faster now.
âI canât stay any longer. Iâm out! Anyway, such a temper!â