"No! Yoon Seoyul, you can't fight that thing. It's not possible! ...With that size..."
Cheon Areum glanced at the mangled mess, half-shocked by its size and half disgusted by its hideousness. Taking on a mountain with bare hands? Is that possible? Of course not!
"Stay down! Where do you think you're going??"
"Enough. I'm not listening to you anymore. Go to the gate, or wait here if you can't walk by yourself."
Shaking off the burning grip that had tried to stop him, Yoon Seoyul stood tall, his gaze locked onto the towering abomination. His fingers grazed the side of his neck where sharp nails and teeth had just nicked him—blood smeared across his fingertips. He glanced at it, confirming it was blood.
