The hood was knocked back, revealing an old man’s face. Not just any old man, but the one the Lords, including Ushas, once called Father.0

In truth, Kim Do-Joon had never clearly seen his face before. The memories that surfaced from his dreams, fragmented and fleeting, were always from the old man’s perspective.0

And yet, he was absolutely certain the figure was that very man. 0

Boom—!0

“Keugh!” 0

The old man swung his sword once more. Kim Do-Joon parried it well, but couldn’t fully block the shockwave that followed. Seizing the opportunity, the old man launched a flurry of strikes, each one carving the air with precision.0

Bang! Bang! Bang!0

The compressed spirit energy in his sword surged relentlessly toward Kim Do-Joon from all directions.0

Spirit energy…0

Kim Do-Joon finally understood. He recognized the essence of this sword, reminiscent of Nereid, and the storm that had split Hylasa in two.0

The old man had reclaimed Alcyone’s power. No wonder Alcyone had been reduced to a lifeless husk. To a Spirit King, such energy was his very essence—his soul...0