Seong-Il panted and stood next to Seon-Hu, who had collapsed on the ground. Since they had moved into the building earlier, Seong-Il didn’t allow any villagers to meet them. The older-looking man then carefully wiped off the blood on Seon-Hu’s body.

What kind of hell did you go through…

Seon-Hu was lucky that he was still alive. Seong-Il had seen several bodies that had been partially eaten by the monsters, but the younger man looked even more terrible as he was still alive. He wanted to clean the younger man's items, especially the red cape. In the process of cleaning Seon-Hu’s body, lots of blood had fallen toward the red cape and welled up in its folds. The item could transform from a burning sword to a cape and vice versa. While it was in its sword time, whenever it was swung, the monsters became burnt by the fire.

Seong-Il reached out his hand to Seon-Hu’s shoulder where the cape was attached while recalling the frightening scene.

“Euk!”

A scream burst out from Seong-Il’s mouth as the younger man had grabbed his wrist with an unexpected speed. Seong-Il bent at his waist and wailed in pain with a contorted face. It felt more painful than when a monster had been gnawing...