With his back turned away, Sung-Ha continued looking up at the sky, as if watching someone leave. His face was hidden from Se-Hoon, yet his expression could easily be discerned.0

…Should I give him more time? 0

Approaching now would only make things awkward. 0

So instead, Se-Hoon quietly remained where he was, healing the wound on his chest. 0

“Better than you, wouldn’t you say?” he quietly muttered. 0

“Shut up.”0

The brusque response came from the man next to him, who was standing there with his arms crossed—the Mad Dog.0

“Always so grumpy…. Seriously though, what’s with the sudden change? Got a newfound attachment to life or something?”0

Unlike his usual self, the Mad Dog’s expressions were lively. At first glance, he looked as if he was actually there in reality, but the truth was different. He had no presence, no weight, and no shadow cast at his feet—he was an illusion visible only to Se-Hoon.0

“Don’t go spouting nonsense. When you intervened in the battle earlier, part of me got transferred.”0

“Huh? Oh, you mean when I entered Sung-Ha’s synesthetic mindscape?”0

When Se-Hoon had crossed over upon sensing something wrong with Shadowgrief, Sung-Ha had not just been critically injured, but also on the brink of being consumed by the Mad Dog’s synesthetic mindscape. 0

Wanting to restore Sung-Ha to his original state, Se-Hoon had used the Demonic Blood Art to pierce through the corruption. In the process,...0