Park Chang-Hyun gazed sorrowfully at Park Jung-Woo’s limp body. 0

“Oh no…”0

A deep gash ran across his chest, but the wound on the back of his head was far worse—gruesome enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.0

Awakeners dying to monsters was so common that it had almost lost meaning. But seeing a body left in such a brutal state weighed heavily on Park Chang-Hyun's mind.0

“Where do you think the other Awakeners on his team went?” he asked.0

“I’m not sure,” Kwon Oh-Jin replied, shaking his head with a troubled look. Though, of course—0

I know exactly where they went.0

Using the Stigma of Canes Venatici, he could sense that Choi Jong-Cheol and the bald man were moving toward Sokcho's center, the same way all the demonic beasts tried to flee.0

“By the way, Oh-Jin, did something happen between you and him before? Things seemed a bit tense earlier.”0

“Yes, we had gotten into an argument once at the association.”0

“Ah, I see.”0

“I didn’t have any fond feelings for him… but seeing him like this still doesn't sit right with me.” 0

Did the idiot think he wouldn't fall victim to a demonic...0