The bed they had lain upon, followed by the walls and foundation of the house, disappeared, leaving behind a blank, white void.

Amidst the swirling white ash, like a miniature storm, Uijae pulled the hand he was holding closer, protectively hugging the solid body into his embrace. The large frame came willingly, without resistance. But only for a moment—soon, the warmth in his arms began to fade away.

Cha Uijae’s eyes widened in alarm. He loosened his hold, freeing the arms that had been wrapped around the figure, and looked down at his hands.

Empty. His arms were empty, and …