Ring-0

A ringing noise echoed inside Se-Hoon’s head. His vision had gone pitch black, as if his eyes were closed, and the last thing he saw lingered as a faint afterimage, violently shaking his entire senses.0

What had he seen? What put him in his current state? Unfortunately, the answer to those questions wasn’t easy to find.0

And it was for good reason—his head, which should have unraveled his tangled thoughts, had completely disappeared without a trace.0

Am I dead?0

It wasn’t just an arm or a leg; his head had been blown off. How could anyone survive that? 0

Under normal circumstances, they didn’t. But Se-Hoon’s situation was anything but normal.0

Thump!0

His heart, buried deep within his chest, denied death. Even though the brain that should have been giving commands was gone, his heart continued to pump madly, sending blood coursing through his body. And that blood was currently surging toward the space where his head had once been.0

Whoom!0

A violet mist rose where his head should have been. 0

The blood seeped into the fog, following the paths of his missing blood vessels, moving exactly as it did when his head was intact. Then, the moment the soul embedded in his blood perfectly reconstructed the blueprint of his head…0

Demonic Blood Art: Primal Dream0

The violet mist dispersed, and Se-Hoon’s head reappeared.0

“…!”0

The instant his pitch-black vision returned to normal, a flood of information rushed into his mind—things he hadn't been able to process before.0

“We just had dinner. How about a quick spar...0