Red flames brightly blazed, scattering ash and dust into the air. Amidst the chaos, a woman stood tall, unwavering.0

Kwon Oh-Jin let out a short laugh and murmured, “Ha-Eun.”0

She shone like a jewel, just like eight years ago—no, like the first time they had met. Even amid blood and torn flesh, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.0

“Stay still,” Song Ha-Eun demanded. She pulled a potion from her jacket and poured it over Kwon Oh-Jin’s wounded shoulder, where a chunk of flesh had been torn away.0

His shoulder stung with excruciating pain. Though the wound didn't miraculously disappear, it had stopped bleeding. 0

“That’s an expensive potion,” Kwon Oh-Jin remarked.0

Song Ha-Eun grimaced. “What? Is that what’s important right now?”0

“Pfftt! I’m joking.”0

He chuckled. No matter how obsessed he was with money, he wasn’t stupid enough to worry about the price of a potion in a situation like this. Her arrival had bought him a brief moment to catch his breath.0

I’ve made it out alive thanks to her. And the fact that she’s here means…0

Whoosh!0

A massive demonic beast jumped through the wall of flames and charged...0