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Sun-Woo had drawn some sort of painting on the floor with his own blood.
It wasn’t a spell array, but it seemed to be a symbol that represented something. It was impossible to tell what it symbolized. Just the fact that it had been painted with blood gave it a dark and eerie atmosphere.
After Sun-Woo finished the painting, he used a Voodoo spell to heal the wound on his palm. Obviously, there would be drawbacks if he used a restoration spell to heal his own injuries. Additionally, the pain would still remain even if the wound was healed, but Sun-Woo's expression remained ridiculously calm. It was as if he couldn’t feel any pain at all.
"What is this supposed to be?" Soo-Yeong asked with a trembling voice.
Her hands and feet, which had gone cold after seeing the blood, still hadn't regained their warmth.
Sun-Woo didn't answer. Instead, he sat in front of the painting he had drawn and began muttering something. He wasn't muttering in Korean. It was not English either. It was impossible to tell what language it was. But judging by how Sun-Woo had his hands clasped together and his eyes closed, she vaguely understood that it was prayer.
Eventually, the prayer ended. However, nothing happened. Had he really gone through all that trouble of taking off his clothes, harming himself, and causing a ruckus all for nothing? For a moment, she felt so flabbergasted that she was about to say something, but then the wind began to blow.
It was not a mountain breeze or blades made out of wind, but a strange breeze that contained a mysterious resonance. The resonance of the wind was preventing her mouth from opening.
Flutter.
The wind made her collar sway...
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