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Shwaaa...
A heavy and intense fog rolled in. The perched birds on branches cried out in a rough and alarming manner and flew away. Despite the flapping of the birds trying to escape the fog, the fog did not disperse but continued to slowly engulf the forest. Before long, the fog had seeped through the surroundings, saturating the darkness.
"Phew." Ha Soo-Yeong wiped the sweat off her forehead and let out a sigh.
The pale moon in the night sky was tinged with a purple hue as it was obscured by the fog. There was something eerie about the scenery. However, rather than feeling fear, she felt a sense of accomplishment, for she had just finished her practice for the day.
"Soo-Yeong, you're the only one who can revive the Voodoo Cult. You must become the Cult Leader. I'll take care of the Third Cult Leader somehow, so as long as you keep preparing..."
Her father’s voice rang in her ears. She must have heard him say this a thousand times.
‘You must become the Cult Leader. You must become the Cult Leader…’ Her father's voice trembled wheneve he spoke. He always reminisced about the golden age of the Voodoo Cult, when they were under the rule of the Second Cult Leader, Do Myung-Jun. Now, he despised the current desolate state of the Voodoo Cult, which had fallen under the rule of the Third Cult Leader, Do Sun-Woo.
Soo-Yeong grieved. She was sad when she saw her once strong and reliable father be reduced to a pitiful figure after the Holy War. She was sad to see her father, who had been overjoyed at the talk of the Second Cult Leader, turning into someone who couldn’t hide his anguish when talking about the Third Cult Leader.
She had made up her mind back then to become the Cult Leader. It was no one else’s choice but her own.
"..."
By the time she had woken up from her daydream, the wind had already dispersed the fog. The wind blew...
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